Esther (glass) wrote in emillion, |
Panic. That was the overwhelming emotion that Esther felt in the chaos of around her; fortunate enough to not have been in the tower when all hell broke lose, she was mentally blanking as people pushed past her and some took down monsters (and monsters took them down). She was a novice in the battlefield and it showed, the spells all stuck in her throat as she ran out of the way.
Priority 1: do not get hit.
Light on her feet, Esther weaved in and out of crowds because her mind indicated that the Tower was where she ought to head, where the Councillor's would be. All answers would be given then.
Or not.
Since covering the entrance was — something. There were no Hume words that Esther could grasp to describe the monstrosity, huge and angry and making the earth tremble with its mere breath.
Petrified, she glanced at the party currently facing it- Peony, Jareth and Pyr. She ought to run, a child playing at war in this massacre, but her duty wouldn't let her. (What kind of white mage leaves others in the battlefield when they can do- or try- to do something?)
Fear didn't leave, beating mercilessly against her insides but Esther held out her staff and cast the spell. "Wall" To offer whatever protection it could to those nearest to her: Pyr and Jareth.