Rhiow took a deep breath and said the three words that would activate the spell, raising a shield across the front wall of the cathedral, dividing Escherville and those entering it from the greater part of the city. "While that holds, it should protect our backs," she said, her ear twitching. While it holds was not a phrase she had ever used to qualify her magic before Stacey. It... didn't feel right.

She trotted up to join the group, nervousness prickling her gut. She licked her nose, swallowed, and allowed the emotion to run its course, shoving it firmly aside. Now was the time to stand firm.