Brisa hurt so much she couldn't even make a sound. Each breath was agony and she was struggling just no to pass out. When the weight on her finally lifted she was able to focus again, though she was only in marginally less pain. She could tell something was wrong with her lungs, or her ribs, or something. Right now though she couldn't be bothered to figure out what was wrong, much less what she should do. Instead she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and tried to process what was going on around her. 

It seemed to be madness. The boys, Aiden, Argurios, & Jatan, were all in various stages of serious trouble. Aiden had been flung into Jatan, both of them tumbling like rag dolls in the wake of the attack. Aiden's crossbow, dropped in the struggle, was crunched under Dreknor's feet and his club tossed carelessly to the side. Argurios was down again, Brisa could see there was some problem with his leg and he couldn't run. The fear that was brewing in her tripled, they had to be able to run. This man was going to kill them; there was no question in her mind. They were in serious danger. Even her adrenaline cantrip wouldn't help Argurios now, it couldn't overcome whatever was wrong. Wizards didn't heal. She was out of ideas, and out of useful tricks. Magic was all she had and right now none of what she knew could help. Or could it...

Her eyes caught sight of the billowing clouds of smoke coming from the different corners of town. Fire...she could light things on fire. The pain in her ribs was sharp and biting, it made it difficult to concentrate. Even a simple cantrip couldn't be cast without concentration.

She had to work hard, she lost track of what was going on around her as she did so. She missed Aiden's charge, missed everything in the alley as she struggled to focus her thoughts on the arcane words that swarmed through her mind. It was hard, harder than anything she had ever done. So much pain and chaos going on around her. She simply couldn't do it. 

The world returned along with agony in her ribs. She ran, best she could, to Arugurios' side. She couldn't cast a spell but maybe she could be useful, somehow. She really had no idea, just that this was her instinct. They had been through so much already, she had come to automatically turn to him, even when he was the one that needed help. 

Dreknor, meanwhile, having ignored Brisa, turned his attention to the boy who was charging him. This was pointless. The children stood no chance, and the fight was rapidly getting pointless. He needed to end it now and do what he came to do. There were other duties to attend to this day. He furled a leg and kicked Aiden in the stomach, not even bothering to look as the boy crumpled. He spun, his attention now on Arugrious and the small girl crouching beside him. 

Brisa's eyes showed her fear, she was not skilled at hiding her emotions, and it seemed to spur the evil man on. His god fed on fear, in addition to shadows and death. He reached out a hand and smacked the girl upside the head, knocking her back as if she were a leaf.

Brisa saw stars, she had thought that was a figure of speech but it turns out that was a literal saying. She hit the ground again, crumpling to the cold stone. She saw the evil man lift a booted foot to kick Argurious and she did the only thing she could think, she threw herself forward and latched onto the mans ankle like a cornered kobold.