[i]Kiara[/i]
 
Kiara spent an annoyingly long amount of time searching for her sniper rifle so she could actually get involved in the fight again. She prefered to keep her opponents far, far out of sword range. Not to mention, her skills in a fight like that were slim at best, and she would only be a hinderance to her fellow Asylums at the worst, or would be killed immediately at the best. Thus, she missed the series of attacks that went on. When she finally found her sniper rifle(far closer to the battle than she would have liked), the giant flaming bird of doom was heading towards the loud, vulgar King. One of the Council Members, she assumed. And, incidentally, it was big enough to hit her in the process. Kiara gave a low, impressed, whistle. "Damn." Then she drew a sigil in the ground. As the earth rose to drag her down far enough away from the blast that she wouldn't be killed by the flames or roasted by the heat, or both, she looked over at Galadrael and muttered under her breath. As the female Asylum disappeared under the earth(and hopefully, far, far away from everything that was trying to kill the Council member), Galadrael's shadow rippled and encircled him. Around the same time everything hit the poor man, his shadow shot spikes solid enough to draw blood and pierce flesh at him from every direction except up and down. 
 
Kiara, for her part, felt the earth shaking above her and curled into a defensive ball, praying she hadn't just prepared her own grave.