Snippet #884000

Linth watched really, her movements only slight to avoid attacks. Two rooks, much to weak to defeat those that had gathered here in such a small inn. Nyx obviously having his under control. Odd, the blood elf thinks to herself, she had not expected the Dark Beauty to be able to use such strong time magic. The girl really did have talent, though the incantation was much to long for use if she were alone. Perhaps she should look into that. Strong magic could be condensed into shorter incantations, or, so she had heard. But as it were, her water magics seemed to do well, plenty of steam and mist. Just enough to bother others it seemed.....

As other rooks joined the fray, following a queerly dressed male elf, it was only a matter of time before this battle were to end. She sighed, perhaps she should have stayed in the city. She gathered herself though, both hands resting on the pummel of her sword, eyes closed in concentration. Linth's thin lips moved with muttered silence; a short spell. Slowly, her eyelids drew back and the last of the words were uttered, "Ayrious"

Air condensed for a short moment before releasing itself in a short wave; like a ring caused when a pebbled is dropped in a pond. The force was light, and by Nyx's own description, "practically hit any of the spine bones with so much as your hand" several of the rooks fell; snapped like a twig. Perhaps one or two were still standing, but she could not be to sure. They were falling all over themselves.

With a slight turn of her head, she watched as the previously dark-haired Nyx was shouting about her now white-haired look. Linth giggled inwardly; she would never be caught giggling in public... Seems like Nyx couldn't be called 'Dark Beauty' anymore.