WMDF/ELVINA/LICH.
The Lich showed no signs of hesitation at the makeshift team that now surrounded it. Lips thinning into measured frustration, Elvira watched with increasing concern at the predicament in which she found herself. She called on her sword for another Judgement Blade, but held back from the battle, instead readying her stance. The pulsating aura of darkness seemed to seep into her pores, down to her bones. She took a deep breath which failed to calm her, only reminded her lungs of the evil that weighed heavy in the hair—the evil she needed to cleanse.
"Your club," she said to the fell knight, her voice losing its usual sickly sweet quality as she invited Divina to fight, "worked well enough that time." Elvira saw no means to escape from this battle, and though she was a fighter as well, she preferred to leave violence to the Fighters, to the Rictors and Divinas on the world. She struck back at the flailing tendrils that came close to her reach, choosing to stay on the defensive as she inched away from the fell to cover more ground around the Lich.