Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Crawling out of the woodwork like so many weevils, other fighters spawned around her as if they too had been summoned by the Villi. Between the mist and the danger ahead there was no time to check who they all were - though Koa was recognized, as he leaped in like a knight in shining armor - and little she could do but to keep attacking. Getting tired of my own words
Angling herself around the battlefield to the left, so that Koa wouldn't be right in front of her, Maea lashed the Villi with more fire. The quicker they could get rid of her, the less the risk would be of getting swarmed - especially as the renewed wail had the barrows trembling.
"If anyone has ice magic, keep that frosty tomb sealed!" she called, hoping any of the others were able and willing to follow the suggestion. If not... well, there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Maea moves to keep Koa out of her line of fire, and uses Mastered Fire on the Spectral Villi again. She asks if anyone can use ice magic to keep the frosted tomb sealed.
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Requires a 3 post cooldown between uses.
Fire Manipulation: Can create and control flames. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
