Almalexia. (arithmeticks) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-01 12:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, almalexia lliryn, lionel baines |
Who: Almalexia Lliryn & Lionel Banes
What: Mages in defense of the city.
Where: Emillion.
When: Day one of the attack.
Rating: PG-13, some violence.
Status: TBC via log.
The entire area seemed to have dissolved into chaos. Fighting erupted all around her, the earth below trembling from a force beyond where she currently stood, but Lex attempted to maintain a sense of outward calm and keep herself close to Lionel’s side. There was more damage to the area, and more enemies in the distance, than she could immediately calculate, but her training as a healer was put to immediate use. Multiplying her white magic by two, a simple effort for one of her experience, Wall and Regen were hurriedly cast down on the pair--a thoughtful precaution against whatever might seek to assail them. Lex aggrieved her limited experience in combat, although she supposed to herself that, considering the circumstances, it would have been difficult to prepare for such an emergency as this besides (not that her pride was likely to hear of it). Something had been drawn to the magic, however, and as the arithmetician looked beyond Lionel, noticed a bizarre entity approach. “Another,” she said, alerting him at once. The blue mage tightened his grip on the hilt of his falchion as his eyes swept over the area, landing on another hovering elemental. If Lionel was the swearing sort, he would’ve let out a stream of expletives that would’ve made a corsair blush. How did he not have a single proper wind spell in his arsenal? Almalexia’s white magic would prevent them from sustaining too much damage, but it was taking him too long to slice a single one of these creatures down. If only he had one good spell up his sleeve— “Where are these things coming from?” he wondered aloud, giving Lex a worried look before glancing back at the elemental. The falchion was sheathed as he switched over to magic. A gloved hand was extended as he flung Acid at the creature. “The numbers seem unending,” Lex said, her tone solemn (a sliver of similar concern attempted to hide itself underneath). She herself had only white magic in her employ, and as Lionel worked to strategize on his offensive, she too struggled to do more than simply heal. Now that she had strayed out of the confines of the clinics (too eager had she been to join at his side and see him through this safely, even if she was hardly as experienced as any of the Disciples), Lex had willingly flung herself into all manner of unknown dangers. She cast Holy at their enemy, her only means of attack. The elemental, meanwhile, continued to take objection at the two, and began to cast its own magic in their direction. |