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	Immersed in the tranquility of night's blackness, Nox's impaired sense of self-awareness failed to notice the flustered scrambling of her reinforcements. Introductions would have to wait; a man had already dragged her into the fray: she did not question the urgency.  Allies around her leapt into battle in a haphazard frenzy, it was unrefined, inelegant, and poorly positioned.  Yet, she did not have time to reminisce over tactics; the skirmish had begun after all. Looking back would be a waste of time, surely her allies would be competent enough to avoid a possible flank. Maintaining perfect posture, the maven promenaded to the battlefield, ardently anticipating her target's countermeasures.
	
	In a particularly maniacal fashion, a chevalier clad in inky plate mail bludgeons through the Orc ensemble: a feat deserving to be praised for it's audacity, though in hindsight perhaps too intrepid.  In all honesty, she truly did question the necessity for immediate action.  Arrows and bolts dart from the rear, at the very least, the marksmen pulled their weight.  Scattered Orcs refuse to recoil under the [s]mediocre[/s] pedestrian assault. Retaliation came aptly; the scattered enemies made it somewhat difficult to notice, but several brawny Orcish archers already knocked their bows into a full draw.  The velocity produced in combination with the sheer size of the ammunition would easily tear an armored man in half. Nox concurred that that disabling them is imperative.
	
	Gingerly gesticulating an incantation through her non dominant hand, a gentle draft gathers in the immediate vicinity. The twin tails of her overcoat whisk at leather-dressed ankles; ascending in the air as a thin layer of frost infects the nearby flora. The thinnest ray of moonlight finds itself showcasing her faintest of smiles.  Then, immediately, without an ounce of warning, an excessively violent surge of glacial tendrils discharge in a burst of blade-like petals crackling in a satisfying utterance akin to that of breaking glass, narrowly avoiding the berserking knight. Though she was unable to disarm the Orcish bowmen, Nox figured her allies would be able to react appropriately in the time she bought. Forestry crashed under the force of her volatile conjuration. The collection of deadfall severely crippled the enemy's chances of escaping. Not a single beast as of yet hath fell, and though Nox has had enough of these mindless fanatics, she knew equally well it would be a long and difficult fight.
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