Zander stood in a slight daze, Nymira was crazy. Stay and fight when they were running on fumes? Utter maddness. Watching her cast the fire from her hands, his dislike for the Dimira escalated. She was a Magi, and though he himself was one as well, he would have fought harder to not join them on this reckless mission if he had known then what he knew now. Focusing back on the battle at hand, he watched the gauntlet clad member grip the back of Nymira's short, flinging her across the hull and into the ships side. His hands moved without him thinking about it, a Seal paper flung over to her; gripping around her ankle as she crawled out of the icy death trying to impale her.

His signature green aura wrapped around her, soothing the burn in her throat from the earlier chains and attempting to pump vigor into her system. He was no attacker. He wasn't like the Healer Magi he had once read about in his father's study. Able to heal and defend, some even able to use their magic as an offensive weapon against opponents. Gripping the quaterstaff tighter in sore hands, he brought it in front of himself ready to leap at the gauntlet clad male, only for ice to be come speeding his way.

His thoughts went quicker, he could cut off the spell to Nymira, weak as it was and defend himself. He could die here leaving the last of his power to heal her enough for Nymira to escape which she wouldn't do. What if they cut them both down?! Ethan was alright, Amuné could go perish for not getting his staff to him and Cecil was helpless. If the young man had just accepted his want to help him, they wouldn't be in this predicament, would they!?

Pulling out three of his last premade Seal Papers he cut the healing going to Nymira, held the quarterstaff in his left hand, and the papers in his right. He was already tired, he wanted to flee and recover and tell whatever the peddlers name was that the pirates had burnt down the ship when they were assaulted. 

[i]Strange thoughts to have when one is defending one's life...[/i] Zander forced the thoughts away and focused on the ice coming towards him. "Bariarae!" He spoke the word of command and watched the ice stop inches from the Seal Papers held out from his chest. He had to hold off this spell long enough to move and hide himself. His green aura pushed against the ice trying to get to his heart, and Zander's eyes widened. He would not be able to fully hold off this assault on his life. He could push the icicle in a different direction, but not fully enough to fend off injury. Scowling at the ice, he grit his teeth and watched two papers burn up in his hands the last one slowly burning as well.

[i]Demacite... Should not... be this... strong...[/i] Sighing and pressing what little power he had left in him he turned himself sideways dropping the last Seal Paper as it turned to ash and felt the gash from the ice spell cut into his chest. His shirt ripping as well and sending him stumbling backwards. It burned and yet it was freezing! The stolen staff clattered to the ground as Zander attempted to retreat backwards. He wished with everything in him, that Geoffrey was here with his bow skills. Just so the man could give him some cover on his escape.

Zander wouldn't be able to hold off another ice spell from that rats gauntlet, and his power was slowly, at a snails pace trying to mend the wound he had gained. Gritting his teeth more, he bent his knees to grab the staff from the ships wooden floor and stood tall once more. Oh was he tired, he held the staff in the ready position and placed himself between the crates and the enemy. 

He was going to die here, he was going to die protecting a Magi Princess who hated the air he breathed. Zander loathed her even more now, she was a Magi, forget the princess part. She was the whole reason he had been disinherited from his family. Deciding to leave her to his fate, yet still keeping an eye on the false ice mage, he leaped behind what few crates he could find. Taking a shallow breath, in his gut, he knew they needed a miracle to get out of this. If only some of the bandit's were still around to cause a distraction.