Ayse smelled the oily green flame before she saw it. She broke off her magical assault on the rat ogre and dove to the side as the stone she'd been standing on were reduced to a glowing, molten, slurry. Ignoring the bruises she'd picked up in the graceless dive, Ayse found her feet again and let her flames crash against the barrier. She had the sinking feeling that it might not be enough.

She was exhausted. Her magic was running low. The Shaman seemed unassailable behind his shield. Things seemed bleak. Things had to change.

She saw Marianne directing her bees against the rat ogre and a new idea began to bubble up. She'd said that her power had to do with influencing and empowering insects, but was that all? Could the noblewoman reinforce her instead? Ayse providing the spells while Marianne supported her in power. It certainly seemed like a sound idea.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Marianne, can you grab hold of my staff? I have a plan."[/b][/color]