Peony/Jareth/Pyr/Esther vs. Hashmal
Peony felt the magic rise before she saw who had joined the fray at their side. The look on Esther's face -- eyes wide, face sheet-white, hands clearly unsteady. But she was there, and standing, not running for cover.
After all, what was bravery but doing the right thing in spite of fear?
But there was no time to speak to the other mage, to offer what little reassurance she could, as the creature moved towards them, using its surroundings to its advantage as one of the beautiful old buildings across from the Tower was crushed as though made of childrens' blocks, stone raining down on them.
Peony's chanting of her next spell -- Aeroja this time -- was interrupted as one particularly large chunk of the wall collided with her; where the shaking of the earth had not felled her, this sent her sprawling with a breathless gasp, her rod flying from her fingers as she fell, tasting blood.