Aeotha did not smile when Skandra fell, in fact she felt guilty about it for a moment before she rationalized what she'd done. He deserved more than that for all the trouble he'd caused lately. Not only because he was lying, but how he was making Leir and Aeotha look. They looked like idiots for trusting him. Plain and simple. If he was really a friend he wouldn't have put them in that position. He would have come forward, but no, this was Skandra Tyullis and he did things his way. If she ever did something like this to him he would have done something to stop her. She grimaced when he threw the vial down as she didn't know what it would do, she lifted the staff again, intent on hitting him if she needed to, but her eyes were open and staring around. That's when she saw it, there had to be more. People didn't grimace at that kind of light, flinch away, or otherwise. Moonlight wasn't like sunlight. Aeotha knew what it meant.
There were drow in the square.
"Move the injured! Get them out!" She shouted, even as the archers started to shoot. "Take them to the temple!" The scream echoed in her ears, but the Priestess could be tended to by another, Aeotha could not stop for one girl. Not when there were drow in the square, on the wall possibly as well, attacking them. Not one arrow came even an inch close to her, which was strange, but the others were pointed for Skandra.
"Stay close to me." She said to Fiaethe. She could not trust anyone with Fiaethe right now. She couldn't send the woman to the wall to find Iluvatar, she couldn't send her to the temple when she didn't know which knight, soldier, paladin or the like was actually on their side. Who was, or wasn't in disguise. She just didn't know. Keep Fiathe with her. Aeotha would do all she could to protect her. She couldn't keep slinging instruction, Skandra was pointing this new weapon at someone and her mouth flew open when she saw what it could do. That wasn't.. It was like the Vel, but not, at the same time. A new weapon. Where had he gotten a new weapon. That did something like that? The impossible again.
"The stone." She ground out, considered hitting him again, but at that instant one of those soldiers was close enough for Aeotha to see the red of his eyes. That was when Aeotha struck, first with her staff, lashing out and crashing against the armor, mostly to knock down his guard. Then with a whispered word Aeotha really struck, the light was dazzling and bright, brighter than the light Skandra had used, but with the white orbs hanging over all of the cots it wasn't blinding to those surrounding her, save the drow. The very light of it made him turn away from it in pain. She took that opportunity to latch onto him with her free hand. That light passed form him, to him, and consumed him in the light. The sound was sickening, his body crumpled inside of the armor and fell to the ground. It continued to pop and simmer with heat, even as he lay dead.
More arrows flew, and Aeotha turned and with another string of whispered words a shield came up around Fiaethe and partially around Aeotha. It was white, but opaque. Arrows tinged against it and disintegrated on contact.
Priestesses were running around, half in panic, some turning and trying to figure out who to fight, but most were moving the wounded away from the square as fast as their legs could carry them.