[ Gray would never claim to be smart, but she isn't dumb enough to stand still in a large purple circle brimming with magic. She surrenders ground quickly to escape it, but a lingering scuff of her boot as the magic circle activates teaches her its purpose. She blinks away the sudden grip of pain that seizes her, but it's quickly gone as she backsteps, leaving a threatening ghost in its wake.
No time to dwell; here's Rand, apparently back for a return visit, and she has no time to dwell on that either. One of her talents is her ability to sense magical energy, and so she has a second of warning as magic beguns to focus under Rand's command. She doesn't know what his attack will do if it hits her — but she can sense its shape, and that's enough.
Pure instinct guides her. She steps forward. As easily as a skip, she leaps into a corkscrew along the low prison ceiling. Rand's hammer of air passes under her. And she descends upon Syrlya, her scythe a spiral as she redoubles her attack on him. ]
I won't let you pass!
[ However Syrlya responds, she intends to take him down as quickly as possible, her scythe looping and striking at his defenses with uncanny speed. Aggression is keen in its song as it reaps the air.
Rand, meanwhile, seems to be a secondary concern until he happens to force her hand. Better for her if he stays in the back, encumbered by Syrlya's position between them. ]
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No time to dwell; here's Rand, apparently back for a return visit, and she has no time to dwell on that either. One of her talents is her ability to sense magical energy, and so she has a second of warning as magic beguns to focus under Rand's command. She doesn't know what his attack will do if it hits her — but she can sense its shape, and that's enough.
Pure instinct guides her. She steps forward. As easily as a skip, she leaps into a corkscrew along the low prison ceiling. Rand's hammer of air passes under her. And she descends upon Syrlya, her scythe a spiral as she redoubles her attack on him. ]
I won't let you pass!
[ However Syrlya responds, she intends to take him down as quickly as possible, her scythe looping and striking at his defenses with uncanny speed. Aggression is keen in its song as it reaps the air.
Rand, meanwhile, seems to be a secondary concern until he happens to force her hand. Better for her if he stays in the back, encumbered by Syrlya's position between them. ]