[ For all the mages making up Riftwatch's company, Ellis has somehow managed to fight alongside very few of them. But he remembers this: Warden mages stood farther back, the bursts of fire and energy coming as staccato beats in the tempo of any given battle.
Adrasteia's barrier come shimmering across his body, warm over his armor, warding against the gleeful chill coming off the demon. The chill grows worse the closer he gets, but there's no other option but to dash forward and swing again. ]
Can you slow it down? [ is called back, punctuated by the satisfying crunch of the mace landing a solid blow to the demon's stomach. It gives a terrible scree of pain response, knocked off balance, and the second blow knocks it upwards, hopefully far enough to give Adrasteia a clear shot if she's so inclined.
The prospective rage demon is a later problem. Hopefully. ]
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Adrasteia's barrier come shimmering across his body, warm over his armor, warding against the gleeful chill coming off the demon. The chill grows worse the closer he gets, but there's no other option but to dash forward and swing again. ]
Can you slow it down? [ is called back, punctuated by the satisfying crunch of the mace landing a solid blow to the demon's stomach. It gives a terrible scree of pain response, knocked off balance, and the second blow knocks it upwards, hopefully far enough to give Adrasteia a clear shot if she's so inclined.
The prospective rage demon is a later problem. Hopefully. ]