Aspel/Merri/Drake/Ari
The Fire spells had stopped just after the Water spells pummeling them had ceased as well. Was Merri out of mana? Surely he had not fallen. It would have taken something inconceivable to fell him after all of her augments. She began Angel Song, the high, mellifluous strains carrying easily - she hoped - to where the mage had last stood. If he could no longer cast, and there were more elementals hidden in the fog, they would not fare well. Hopefully, the problem would be resolved this easily.
She squinted, but could not make him out to see whether her song had had effect. Really, she couldn't see much, from where she stood a ways back from the others, but she knew she had to risk moving closer. If she couldn't see what was happening....
She completed one song and immediately launched into yet another refrain of Life Song as she moved towards the faint glow of Aspel's hammer, insurance against whatever was happening beyond her line of sight. Despite the spells and the bullet which had grazed her, she felt fine, though she was certain she looked a sodden mess. The thick stage make-up she had not had the time to remove dripped into her eyes, making them sting. She wiped her forearm across her forehead as she hurried closer, and it came away orange smudged with black.
She might frighten the shooter to death with her face alone.
But the others might not yet be well, and so she finished the song just as Drake came into view, stiff and frozen on top of....
A woman. She had know the shooter had to be a hume, but her stomach lurched a little all the same. This woman was trying to kill them. Was she really the only enemy remaining in the thick Mist? Where were the crashes, the cries coming from, then?
Hume child, you do not know what you do. Release me.
She ignored Ifrit's first coherent words of the night as she kept singing. She would not loose him here. His incensed roar of frustration was, at this point, almost expected, though the thought flashed, briefly, that he seemed more agitated by battle than normal. But surely, against a single hume enemy...