Ari/Mag/OPEN
In her years of adventuring with Ancelot and Bella, and alter with Wil, Ari had gotten quite skilled at watching front line fighters to determine when they required aid. It seemed to her that Mag hardly required assistance - she had taken maybe two glancing blows that had not dented her armor. But, Aspel's words fresh in her mind - along with the knowledge that even with her efficacy against this type of enemy, she would not be left standing long without Mag to act as her shield - she obliged, changing her tune mid-verse into the soothing cadences of Life Song.
As the white glow of Requiem faded from around them, the woods quickly became very dark. Still, she felt new strength flow into her muscles, and a soothing sensation over her skin. She had not yet been hit - either she was terribly lucky tonight, or Mag was just that skilled - but any injuries the fighter had sustained up to this moment, minor as they had seemed, would be healing.