trans_9 | I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

Namira had sequestered herself off in a sensorium for this exercise. With her magic acting up at best, and being entirely unreliable at worst, she had decided to handle it the best way she could. Unfortunately, she didn't see how destroying a section of the city in a huge column of flame would help anyone with anything, and people would be terribly cross if she had landed it on someone's property.

Not that there seemed to be a whole lot of claim-staking going on, but you never knew.

Beside her, Hakkar lolled his tongue from his mouth comically, his tail going at a million stubby miles an hour. Whatever his mistress was doing, it made him happy. Especially since she kept absently summoning darkspawn for Hakkar to tear to pieces. Like a good dog!

Namira pushed her hands up her arms, as rolling up the sleeves of the plantsuit was fairly impossible, and straightened her shoulders, thumping her staff in the ground. "Alright, I think we'll start light, Hakkar, until Alistair appears or someone interrupts." Namira nodded to herself and reached inside her bag of components, opening her mind to the weak stirrings of the Fade her.

A large, hurlock alpha roared from the other side of the Ferelden field she'd conjured. "Sic!" Namira commanded and started casting the spell for Stone Fist. Hakkar growled and barked, racing towards the large creature. Three sneaky little genlocks ignored the mabari hound and chased straight for the mage.

It was taking her too long; she'd never finish the spell for the Alpha in time for her to defend against the genlocks.

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Ronnae had just finished placing her armor on and was well on her way to go train. She was in a good mood, having had success at Engineering as well as spending some fun times with friends. She had decided she would train today with her mother's twin blades, instead of the bulky Shadowmourne, she was not in the mood to listen to it's requests.

It only took a second for Ronnae to notice the scene, Big ugly? Check. Large dog thing fighting it? Check. Three smaller uglies rushing towards what seemed like a caster? Check. Back home, anything going after a caster was generally bad news, and that's why heavy armored soldiers like her where around. To protect them and then get bitched at by the healers.

She didn't have time to joke around however as they got closer, with one swift movement she had unsheathed her swords and was already upon them in a burst of speed. In a few seconds it seemed like this young gal was dancing a deadly dance of whirling blades and devastating blows upon the unexpecting creatures. She seemed unnaturally nimble for all the armor she wore.

At first, Namira's entire body classified Ronnae as Darkspawn, before her senses recognized she did not have the Taint that ran wild through them.

Which, when one thought about it, made it less like a taint and more like a suffusion, but there they were. Namira aimed bolts of pure mana at the genlocks as they scurried around Ronnae in an attempt to flank her so their sharp little daggers could get in under her armor.

Ronnae's death dance was still in full swing. Spinning, dodging, flipping, hacking and slashing at the creatures, there was not a moment where she was stationary. The blades glinting in the light created in the sensorium and sounds being emitted as her twin blades tore into the creatures or their own glancing against her heavy plate, made an amazing display even within the current situation.

The genlocks made an awful noise as they died. Not as bad a Shriek, of course. Nothing compared to their deathnoises. Still, with the genlocks being taken care of, it let Namira heal her poor mabari and set fire to the Alpha.

Oh, did she ever wish she'd taken the time to learn Chain Lightning.

Ronnae turned to the caster and offered a friendly hand. "You alright?" The woman seemed more than capable, but even the best of us can get overwhelmed in the field of battle.

Namira gave Ronnae a long, uncertain look as Hakkar put himself firmly between the mage and the warrior. "Thank you, yes." Hey, she might not have exactly trusted the newcomer, but it didn't mean she needed to be rude.

Ronnae moved her hand back, but smiled in a friendly manner. "Those things looked vicious, not to question your methods because I do the same, but maybe it'd be best one less next time. That way you can cast at one and kick the other in the face!" She said playfully.

"No, no, it needed to be done," Namira assured her and snapped her fingers so that the large mabari backed off. "I could've stopped the illusion if I needed to."

Ronnae smiled and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "Yeah, guess that's true." She bowed, "Apologies for interfering then, I'll head out so you can continue your training. Name's Ronnae, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos. Pleasure meeting ya miss."

I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

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