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[nita_callahan]

The group comes through Nita's door and ends up in Grand Central Station. It's late; no one's around except some guards, somewhere, and probably Rhiow and her team. Nita and her passenger, having energy to spare, handle the translocation spell that gets them into the atrium of the Library itself

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[blue_ajah]

She finds it more than fitting, somehow, that in the city of New York a battle such as this should take place under the sign of a rose. Everything about her speaks of pure intensity of focus and force of will -- they must not fail.

The aura of saidar around her is not visible in this world save to those who are sensitive to such things, but to those, it appears to surround her with the fierce burning light of a small star as she opens herself to the One Power-- so very different from the Lone Power -- and prepares for the moment when her Oaths will not prevent her from acting.

[errantry_npcs]

The thing cantering towards her looks like a horse, at first glance, but the sound of its gait is all wrong.

That's because, on closer examination, it has talons instead of hooves. They match the fangs in its mouth, open to snap at Moiraine.

[blue_ajah]

Her fingers move instantly in a circling motion, and a woven band of Air flies from her hand to tangle itself in the creature's legs.

Moiraine jerks her hand, seeking to yank it from its feet and into a crushing fall, particularly given its speed.

[errantry_npcs]

It pitches forward and lands with a cracking sound, skidding a few feet into a table.

Behind Moiraine, a peryton crouches on a table, human eyes alight with hate. It springs for her with a snarl an instant after the keplian falls.

[blue_ajah]

It is the snarl that warns her, if only just. Moiraine whirls, blue skirts flying out around her in a spiral, and fire lances from her fingertips into the twisted, inhuman shape.

[errantry_npcs]

The peryton lets out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a scream and falls, writhing once before falling still.

A moment of breathing space; those creatures not already fighting are watching her warily.

But it's only a moment, as power flares and comes crashing down on the combatants, meant to kill.

[blue_ajah]

This time it is instinct that saves her, instinct combined with the practice of twenty years of battle experience in guarding not only herself, but others as well.

The golden light around her explodes into in a sun-bright corona streaked with blue-white fire, rushing outward in a shining ring from the Aes Sedai that stands at its heart.