[h2]Phoenix Wing[/h2]
One thing was becoming abundantly clear: pelting Fleo like this wasn't going to work. Though wind was effective, those little things weren't going to be enough to do the trick she wanted for very long. Clearly, if there was any dust in the area, it was under Fleo's command. So making a smoke bomb arrow for this situation was right out... Ice worked here, too. Fleo's shield fell to the ground, now beyond the mage's power. So, ice or [i]strong[/i] wind. Enough to blow the dust completely away.

One other thing became clear, as Fleo made no move to intercept Trinity's lightning attack. She seemed to welcome it. Oooooh... dust. She sags visibly as Fleo confirms it, but now was no time to pause. She had to move forward with a new plan. Hailing her with small attacks wasn't working, the difference is too much. Perhaps she was expecting too much from her little peppering, but worry about that later. She needed a big attack. She needed time for that, just a few seconds. And look, Fleo's charging, overconfident in the face of the minstrel's blunder!

"A woven steel trap!" She leaps out of the way, drawing an arrow as she does. "Net Arrow!" She pulls it, "Homing!" and releases it, landing on her back and rolling quickly to her feet. "Reaching out for the frigid Northern Wind! Ice Arrow! Double!" The arrow she pulls taught this time is somewhat ornate arrow, light blue in color and made of crystal-like ice. No time to admire it, she looses one arrow and gets ready to move, stowing the second in her quiver. Fleo would probably have some kind of answer to this, she had to think fast. Already, she was drawing another lesser ice arrow.

It was a good moment to notice Sasha and Lazarus, but Trinity shouldn't look away for longer than a moment. She was still sparring with someone. Not only was it rude, it left her wide open. But jeez, it sure seemed like Sasha was unleashing on poor ol' Lazarus.