. (siri) wrote in emillion, |
The blizzara grazed her, cutting skin and making it burn — but it would never hurt as badly as the piercing of metal, physical blows to her delicate frame. Siri moved instinctively, half-paying attention to Merri and Ran; they were not inconsequential to this fight nor discarded from mind but magic she knew.
Magic was weaved into her very being and nowhere did Siri feel more at home than casting. Healing was not her talent, destroying was — completeness came at very specific points (Caspar, Rictor, Faram, Magic) and she smiled, sad and without teeth; even in those moments Faram still held her strings pulling.
Siri glanced at Merri, aknowledging his instructions but she preferred to go on the offensive, casting at the Elemental with another Aerora to keep its focus. Hopefully that provided enough distraction for Merri and Ran to help get a few to safety.