22. [video]
[The feed catches sight of Aureln's face for a moment, or at least, the sight of her glowing green eyes through the visor of her helmet.]
I will heal if I must, but I feel I'll be of more aid out here. Some of these things shy from the light as the fel would.
[There's a confident smirk in her voice as she says that, hidden by the plate of metal. She hooks the device onto her belt as she walks, arm crossing the camera as she draws her weapon.]
Don't allow them to intimidate you. They're a varied lot, but so are we.
[The camera stills as she looks around. There's a distinctly magical sound from close by, and Aureln mutters, turns sharply to look through the streets.]
If they keep coming, then - we'll keep fighting. Is there question of -
[She's cut off by the sound of a mannish shriek.]
- Duibhin?
[Clearly, one she's heard often enough to recognise. She sets off at a sprint, to find a sizeable cluster of shadows trapped temporarily, rooted to the spot with ice. And Duibhin Sunstorm, robes hitched up with one hand and magic buzzing around the other, running back from them.
Aureln, on the other hand, runs straight into the middle of their little group, and then the ground lights up gold, every pair of eyes turning from the mage to rest on her. The view of the shadows is blocked temporarily as she brings her shield up in front of her to stave off their attacks, and then she's shoving them off her, and light flares from the weapon in her hands. Behind them, bolts of energy crackle in Duibhin's hands - now that someone else is taking the hits, his face is lit with a confident smile.
It seems at first she may have forgotten about the feed, but then she speaks through grit teeth -]
We can stave them off together. Hold your ground!
I will heal if I must, but I feel I'll be of more aid out here. Some of these things shy from the light as the fel would.
[There's a confident smirk in her voice as she says that, hidden by the plate of metal. She hooks the device onto her belt as she walks, arm crossing the camera as she draws her weapon.]
Don't allow them to intimidate you. They're a varied lot, but so are we.
[The camera stills as she looks around. There's a distinctly magical sound from close by, and Aureln mutters, turns sharply to look through the streets.]
If they keep coming, then - we'll keep fighting. Is there question of -
[She's cut off by the sound of a mannish shriek.]
- Duibhin?
[Clearly, one she's heard often enough to recognise. She sets off at a sprint, to find a sizeable cluster of shadows trapped temporarily, rooted to the spot with ice. And Duibhin Sunstorm, robes hitched up with one hand and magic buzzing around the other, running back from them.
Aureln, on the other hand, runs straight into the middle of their little group, and then the ground lights up gold, every pair of eyes turning from the mage to rest on her. The view of the shadows is blocked temporarily as she brings her shield up in front of her to stave off their attacks, and then she's shoving them off her, and light flares from the weapon in her hands. Behind them, bolts of energy crackle in Duibhin's hands - now that someone else is taking the hits, his face is lit with a confident smile.
It seems at first she may have forgotten about the feed, but then she speaks through grit teeth -]
We can stave them off together. Hold your ground!