She was standing in front of the Duckling, arms outstretched and a severely cross expression on her face. People were frantically running in all directions, but her eyes never strayed from the elemental in front of her. “You,” she said, addressing it, “will not come any further, do you understand? This tavern has barely been up a month, and I simply refuse to pour any additional capital into it as I’ve a wedding to plan and a business to run. You will turn around this instant and leave.”
The elemental shimmered in front of her. It didn’t turn around, but it most certainly did not leave.
“I am quite serious. If you do not leave, you will most assuredly not like the results.”
Spear in hand, Mag came to a halt in front of the tavern. The situation was dire — or whatever term one used for monsters invading the city, again, and she felt as though they should have developed a specific term for it by now — but she couldn't help smiling at the sight of Vivi attempting to intimidate an Elemental into leaving.
"Excuse me, my lady," Mag said, "is this monster bothering you?"
Her attention shifted from the increasingly frustrating monster to the much more pleasant knight. “Yes,” she said, leveling another glare on the elemental. “It seems this thing does not understand polite speech.”
"Perhaps it ought to hear rude." Came Aspel's voice from behind the monster, and with a low growl her hammer came up against the monster's right side hard.
"If you had a lick of sense, you would run off to your mother now!" Barked the fell knight at the monster before rearing back to ready for another swing.
The Elemental wavered feebly, but not feebly enough. Deciding it needed further encouragement, Mag drove her spear through it. She had just returned to her defensive stance (keeping in front of Vivi, in order to shield her from any tricks the beast had up its sleeve) when she felt the familiar clamminess of a Dark spell wash over her. Trying not to dwell on what the spell might be doing to her insides that she couldn't feel, she said, "Aspel, I think this one's a fan," and began to cast Magic Break.
It would be quite easy to turn and retreat into the tavern, but she could not leave her friends alone to defend her establishment. Instead, she sighed, and cast, sending a lick of flames toward the elemental; it would not do anything, but perhaps it would irritate it enough that it would decide to turn and leave. Instead, it turned towards her.
“I am tiring of your shenanigary,” she chided it.
The familiar sight of darkness caused Aspel to narrow her eyes at the monster. How many times had she seen these spells used for nefarious purposes in the last year? Another growl was earned from Mag's words and the smith's hands choked up her grip on the hammer.
"Then we shall see how It enjoys a taste of what it deals." The dark tendrils of abyssal blade crept up over Aspel's torso and arms as she dashed in, striking the monster as hard as she could again.
It reeled, then looked for a moment as though it might turn on Vivi. At once, Mag stepped in front of her friend to draw the Elemental's attention to herself instead. "Here, ugly," she called, "you're going to look like a puddle of chocolate pudding when we're done with you." She glanced at Aspel — she could intervene if the Elemental tried attacking Vivi, it would be fine — and Jumped.
She watched in mild concern as Aspel and Magnolia each struck the Elemental. Her spellcasting was woefully insufficient for an enemy of this magnitude, and, should Magnolia be correct in her assertion, then Genevieve’s repertoire did little to help them. She did not know - nor did she care to know - any of the Dark spells.
But if Aspel was to be using them, and Magnolia was to be drawing its attention, then there was still something that she could do. Careful to keep an eye on the Elemental, she concentrated, calling the soothing powers of Cure and lobbing it at Aspel. “I do hope you are wearing your birthday gift,” she called out. “My Cure is rather insufficient.”
She made note to ensure to procure another one for Magnolia.