Snippet #1575650

Fae was trying not to think about how horribly warm someone else's blood was on her face. The feeling was uncanny, and she could not claim to feel anything less than a retching disgust. The smell was closer too, and she supposed the fact that she would never have to see herself spattered in it was for once a saving grace. A few rivulets dripped off her jaw, which was firmly clamped shut. Dead gods forbid she should ever know what it tasted like. Still, there was no time to do anything about it. Necessity demanded that she keep on going, keep on destroying the people that stepped up to challenge her.

It wasn't like she'd never noticed that people were dying before. But however badly the clamor rang in her hears, however heavy and thick the scent of copper, iron, and salt became in the air, being a ranged combatant had always put her at a distance from it. It was disconcerting to be so intimately confronted by it now. So much so, in fact, that she was actively seeking a way to reestablish that distance, a hard task on this wall. Her water was now a free-floating shield, frozen and attuned to her thoughts, her whip a spear which was doing an efficient job on Children's fleshy bodies. Of course, she employed gusts of wind and localized vacuums whenever possible also. By forcing the air out of the space immediately next to a person's mouth and nose, she had discovered she could induce sufficient panic to be a bit more effective than she would have been otherwise.

Smashing the shield into the cranium of an incoming soldier, the dark elf directed to spear to lance his chest. Magically, of course; she did not posses the musculature to do as much under her own steam, so to speak. Gradually, the space around her began to clear, and she realized that the Legion had secured this portion of the wall. Good; she could go back to fighting far, far away from any of the gore. Melting her manifest weapons, she reformed the water into a large sphere, keeping this beside her head as she reassessed her position. From atop the wall, she would be able to do some good damage below, and with this in mind she called a gust of air to drive into what was a group of fanatical townspeople, knocking many of them to the ground. Maybe, if she was lucky a few would get concussions, and not be able to get up again until the city belonged to the Legion of Ashes.

It was a distance away, but she still heard Thanaros fall. Fae hesitated for a moment, then headed in his direction. If he was down, and there were no other healers around, she was better than nothing. The Mialee brothers formed a defensive wall with their constructs, and she muttered a few words as quickly as she was able. As far as she could tell, he was bleeding from some form of puncture- maybe a spear-point? Deeper than it was wide, which would be a challenge. Still, she didn't need to repair it completely right now, just stop the bleeding.

"Try and hold still," she urged quietly, furrowing her brows. If what Beelzes had said was true and she had some kind of angelic ancestor, she hoped it meant this would work. Come on, come on...

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Mayhap, if she had been the sort of person easily unnerved, she would have found the quickness of Xeron's response frightening. As it was, the singular word engendered nothing more or less than a wry twist of the Nightmarian's lips, and she shook her head ever-so-slightly as she crushed the windpipe of a soldier, much as she had tried to kill the Silenced himself the first time around. This woman would not be getting up again, however.

Did you like my present? I picked it from the mind of Nihalistrix herself...dumb, scaly bitch is not too keen on psionics. She should really up her defenses. Really? A dragon who was inadequately defended against intrusions of the mind? How... unfortunate. For the dragon, that was. She'd have to mention that to someone who cared about killing them, which pretty much amounted to everyone in this army, herself only partially excepted. Neira blinked lazily as she was charged by two more; they weren't even Children, and that was just no good at all. The first was dispatched by a speedy jab of a clawed hand into his throat.

The second would have taken her arm off were she a fleshy creature. Of course, if she had been, she would not have blocked the longish knife with her forearm. But she was not, and so she did. The look of surprise that garnered was distantly somewhat funny, but she didn't reflect on it, jerking the perplexed militiaman's head around until his neck broke. I am waiting for you at the clocktower...a bit north, of your location. I have been assigned to stall your advance until the White lizard's fanatics arrive, but- he was cut off, and she sent him the mental equivalent of a raised eyebrow, but he recovered a few moments later. Damn cultists. No class. Ah, my dear, as I was saying, I am supposed to stall you, and I figure that having a duel with you counts as that.

Neira rolled her eyes in a way that might have been mistaken for amicable frustration were it anyone but her. Oh, you sweet-talker. That does sound like fun. She lost a trace of amusement when Thanaros fell. That, she did not expect. The half-orc was a powerful psionicist in his own right; if he hadn't blocked that, she could not say any of the others would fare much better, which concerned her somewhat less than it would most of them, but was not entirely free of problems even for herself.

She had a very brief, very one-sided internal debate with herself, after which she decided that none of them were getting any younger and she might as well try it. You only live once, might as well die trying something for the first go-around on a bloody battlefield, right? So she focused, blocking out everything except the knowledge of Xeron, and more specifically his location. Neira blinked, and in the next instant, she opened her eyes to find herself standing directly behind the Silenced. She'd figured this trick of his was nifty, but she honestly hadn't expected it to work when she tried it.

"Hmm... impressive," she murmured, leaning over his shoulder so as to speak into his ear. "I'd try that long-range thing sometime, but I do prefer to keep things more... personal." Smirking, she pulled back and took two steps away. "You know, I should properly be thanking you. Not everyone gets the chance to reconstruct their entire mind and fix all their little rookie mistakes at once. I didn't have much of a choice."