[@Hekazu] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity] [@Gordian Nought]

Awareness int he heat of combat is a strange thing. Often enough you can overlook something very easily. The small details seeming to vanish into the horizon while the greater issues at hand become focused as through a lens. As the creatures he was standing against struck forward and fell dead as payment for their aggression, Haemar, saw the shifting tides of the battle. His comrades were doing their best to fell the oily giant but were being harried by the smaller beasts. It would be his work to act as a shield for them against these horrors. This was a task he took seriously and with a great deal of satisfaction in his craft. In order to keep them as safe as possible though he might have to place them in some danger. Someone who might have been his former mentor in another life, Wick, had fallen and was being leered down at by the fetid host of onyx creatures. Her position on the ground could give her the best chance to avoid any serious harm while the clumped up nature of the beasts would make them easy prey. The Abjurer made up his mind with bittersweet resolve. 

As his system of movement took another turn and parried a set of incoming claws, Haemar suddenly dashed to his left and then upwards toward the Theodore. He paid no heed to the claws that might have found him. His Ward still held and they would be jumping at him in desperation as he left them behind. His feet ate up the short distance to the Templar. Haemar stopped at the man's left with the vanishing edge of the steps to his own left side. "Two behind, I will deal with them shortly." he informed Theodore in what might have been a comically flat and calm tone if the Ranger were not used to the lack of emotion the Eladrin showed when violence was the course. "First though..." he began and sketched a quick and marvelous symbol in the air before him with his left hand. The motion of his hand and the soft spoken words of power from his lips left a cold blue sigil in the empty air before his face. In the center of the sigil looked like what might have been sights, locked on the back of the central small shadow looming over Wick. When his spell struck true it would explode and rain cold death down on two other beasts, leaving Wick free of their designs. That was, of course, if all went well and she was not consumed in the blast herself. He gave her as much warning as he could, "Wick! Shield up sister!" as the spell finished and flared to life sending a sharp spearhead of ice at the back of the central shadow. 

Whatever warning he had given her was hardly needed. His haste and trying to warn her had made them spell compromised. His father had always warned him about exactly that. He would focus too much on the effects of the spell and how it might harm those around it. If he had just imposed his will on the situation and let whatever pieces fall he would have managed to save Wick from whatever fate might befall her. Now, he had perhaps only succeeded in getting the little beasts attention. If he had, he would count that as a success. 

The spell flew wild and did not strike his intended target. The projectile flew high and right, exploding just over the right shoulder of the creature. The spell was not as stable as it normally would be and showered the three creatures and Wick in a small rain of freezing shrapnel. At the very least, he knew she would likely not be harmed much by the attack. Small blessings. 


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Haemar ran up and just off to Theodore's left side by the edge of the stairs provoking two attacks of opportunity from the shadows he was fighting with. 

After he arrived there he used the Ice Knife spell targeting the shadow that would allow the spells secondary explosion to strike the other shadow adjacent to Wick and one of the shadows adjacent to Caesar. The initial attack missed the target at a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2507]7[/url]. The explosion take place regardless of the spell missing it's original target for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2508]3[/url] cold damage. The creates caught in the blast and Wick make a Dex save for half damage. DC 13. Haemar was hoping that Wick's prone position and him forewarning her might help her make this save. 
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