As Emiri gave Jaakuna a smile, it would soon turn to determination and concentration. The two of them would face the enemies as their gaze from each other ceased for the time being. As they did, Nadeline and Wesley joined them and it would soon proceed into Nadeline giving them an order — wait no, a friendly suggestion, as she so rightly put it. Whichever the case, Jaakuna and Wesley charged forward, each crossing each other’s path, like a zig-zag sort of deal, smashing any skeletons that would appear in front of them.

Going with each other’s momentum, they both jumped. Jaakuna’s blade was flowing with Fire Magick. It was like his entire Demonsbane was amplified from the mist and considering that under normal circumstances his blade is always amplifying magick, here within the mist, it’s almost quadruple. Still, Jaakuna found it under his control. The same was with Wesley, but his sword was laced with the bright whiteness of Holy. Glowing like the heavens’ light, he would strike as Jaakuna would strike as well. Both of them releasing the light of fire, if you will. As the two swords were motioned vertically downward, Jaakuna’s white and red fire went forth and followed by Wesley’s white light of the heveans, it would surround Jaakuna’s fire. The end result was a brightness at the head of the fire. This was just ten feet away from Zalera. 

As the fire came near the esper, Zalera would scream and as that would happen, a wall of black and purple magickal energy would pop around the esper of death. This wall of flame-like substance just had a weird feeling. Jaakuna and Wesley would both feel it as they would land on the ground. It was like decaying flesh or something like that. 

[b]“Dammit!”[/b] Jaakuna yelled.
[b]“This is truly troubling.”[/b] Wesley admitted.

Their combined attacks would have done a lot more damage if it wasn’t for the fact that they saw that Zalera was not only immune to whatever effects was left over from their attack being held off by that decaying black and purple magick wall, but the holy aspect of the attack seemed to be absorbed into her, as if it healed her. This what was truly troubling Wesley. He knew that his form of attacking wouldn’t be the best course of action. Jaakuna just didn’t know what to do either. Looking at each other, Jaakuna and Wesley were just going to try their best and hopefully something good would come out of it..