Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
Unpractised as she was in time magic, Sabina could only Haste one person at a time. Once she herself was sped up, however, it wasn't such a terrible hardship to flit about the arena like a bird, her feet barely touching the ground as she drew cosmic sigils in the air. "Faram, Holy Father," she whispered, her words a mile a minute, "bless your children with the grace of the aether, I implore you."
The castings were rapid and hurried, but they seemed to do the trick. Sabina smiled to herself as she saw each member of her party in turn begin to move more quickly, to dodge more deftly, to strike more incessantly.
She took pride in doing good casting. Sometimes pride, as they say, goeth...
The flat of Asura's blade caught her in the side of the head, sending her sprawling to the crystalline cave floor with a groan of pain. Blood welled forth from her cheek where the ground had scoured it, and as she struggled to rise to her feet again her skirts caught on a stone, tearing the fabric straight up one leg.
Though her ears were still ringing from the powerful blow, she resented the sartorial tragedy more. Nothing to be done, she grumbled to herself, yanking the torn fabric further into disrepair so that she could more easily evade another strike. The next time Sabina went on a life-threatening mission into unknown wilds, she reflected, she would perhaps elect to wear trousers.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, as though her lipstick were running, but she knew she had to come second. Magnolia's injury looked horrific, and something had to be done before it got any worse. "O Faram, your loyal daughter begs your favour once more," she whispered, working a Regen spell and firing the coruscating benevolent energy directly into Paget's side, suffusing her being from the wound outward.