[ Emboldened by her successful hit on Syrlya, Gray chooses chosen to stay put and bull through the pain of his magical circle returned. With every nerve aflame, her rational thoughts scattering against the agony digging its fingers into the folds of her brain, she drives spikes of magical energy through her limbs to keep herself upright. She's shouting through gritted teeth, wringing her magical circuits for all they can give her.
She drags her hammer up and strikes again at Syrlya, but Rand's barrier comes up just in time. She bounces off and is driven backward by yet another surge of fire. She supposes this is what she deserves for failing to make sure that Rand was out of commission before hurrying along.
There's really no avoiding it. She needs to put Rand down quickly if she wants any hope of getting at Syrlya. She pivots to face him. As she does, her weapon changes shape yet again: it becomes an elaborate longbow, and as she draws its string, there forms an arrow of compressed magical energy, a shock of pointed blue light. She takes aim at Rand down the way, and her fingers twitch to release— ]
there will be one more tag from rand, then it's back to vaeka!
She drags her hammer up and strikes again at Syrlya, but Rand's barrier comes up just in time. She bounces off and is driven backward by yet another surge of fire. She supposes this is what she deserves for failing to make sure that Rand was out of commission before hurrying along.
There's really no avoiding it. She needs to put Rand down quickly if she wants any hope of getting at Syrlya. She pivots to face him. As she does, her weapon changes shape yet again: it becomes an elaborate longbow, and as she draws its string, there forms an arrow of compressed magical energy, a shock of pointed blue light. She takes aim at Rand down the way, and her fingers twitch to release— ]