Peony Min (blackmagicks) wrote in emillion, |
Peony felt the familiar glow of magic settle into her skin, turning slightly to behold the archer. She was in a bad state, worse than even Peony herself, and her eyes narrowed, her only outward sign of worry. Surely there was someone in better shape to assist -- The first spell hit then, Gravity pushing them to their knees. “Stay back,” she managed to gasp out even as her vision went temporarily dark. No, these constructs would not defeat them, would not breach the barricade. Again, her rod rose, this chant longer, more complex. There was no defense here, with one injured mage and one archer on the verge of collapse; the only thing they had at their disposal was her offensive capabilities. There would be another Ether later, she assured herself. Her well of power would carry her through this one battle. She had something to do yet this day. Ardor exploded over the constructs, the flames so hot and white that even the sunrise paled in comparison. She squinted, aiming to repeat the feat. From the ground, the younger girl panted, noting how her knees trembled on the way back up to her feet. It was painful, really the worst she could ever remember being in all of her years in the field, but it wasn’t going to stop her. This was something she could do, moderately useless though it seemed to be. Peony would be able to push them back, but for how long? Could she heal the councilor enough to put the odds in their favour? Everything looked so bad. She squinted, swallowed blood, and shifted closer to settle a Cure over the councilor, maintaining her distance for the moment. And maybe it was all that she could do. Maybe-- maybe this was the end of her line. If these were her last minutes in Ivalice, they had to count. Dizzy with pain, Peony cast again, Shock this time. The lightning jumped between the two constructs with a powerful crackle, but they were not down, not yet. And worse yet, though Peony raised her arms once more, they were leaden, and her tongue felt heavy too as she tried to chant quicker even as their enemies approached. There had to be someone left at the safehouse, surely reinforcements were on their way. Only a few moments longer -- The lightning faded with a final crackle, and one of the constructs suddenly lunged forward, directly at her, unfathomably fast for something so large and made of stone. |