[color=a187be]“Wick! Shield up, sister!”[/color]
 
Reflexively, the cleric raised her forearm behind her head after noting the Abjurer’s shout.  In the hallowed hopes of a fruitful barricade, the holy shell covered neck and vasculature, as Haemer’s wintry dagger took flight, haphazardly recoiling off hovering pieces of Lyranth along its stunted trek. The icy sliver mirrored their battleground, burrowing closer with its barbs into the pivotal skirmish, where a couplet of ephemeral shades loomed over the reborn sage. Muffing its target, the glacial blade detonated into a freezing cloud of bitter splinters. The chilled shards compromised her attentiveness and relative safety on the stairwell as they drove deeper into her flesh and the wisps of smoke around. The sharp twinges varied substantially from the achy torture the surrounding Blackness had pulsed into their spirits. All the same, her concentration became erratic, unable to focus due to the vacillating throbs, an arctic rip tide with which her nerve endings overwhelmed her mental focus.

[color=ec008c]“Body, be damned. Rise!”[/color]

The toll of morale and physicality were appraising ever higher on the Celestial reincarnation. A price she would have to pay, if negligent. Bequeathing her master’s gift into a crevice within the crumbling steps, Wick sprang up, with rage oozing between gritted teeth. Erect with maddening wrath against the dark titan, her anger no longer smoldered. A spiritual incense that once fumigated her stance under the scattering daylight now erupted into a savagery only few were privileged prior. The enveloped ferocity suddenly and swiftly vented against the towering chaos guarding the portal, striking with a vengeful force reminiscent of an odium unmasked.
[h2][color=ec008c]“Fall Demon!”[/color][/h2]
Pivoting while pinning the staff underfoot, Wick thumbed the latch on the scabbard and unsheathed the sizzling sickle, ready to reap the pangs of abhorrence against the encompassed animus. Her miniature scythe pleaded in her hand, in anticipation of mowing upon the threshing floor.

[color=ec008c]“Soon enough.”[/color] Her smirk whispered. 

[hider=Mechanics]

Haemer misses the initial strike with Ice Knife with a spell attack of 7 against her AC of 17. The secondary damage does hit for 3 damage as she fails her Dex Saving Throw of a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2512]11[/url] and a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2513]8[/url] against Haemer’s DC of 13. This prompts a concentration check of DC 10, to which she falls short at [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2514]7[/url], with Hex being lost.

Wick will stand up (consuming half of her 30 feet), facing the Dark Leviathan, leaving the quarterstaff on the floor. She then casts Eldritch Blast at the Dark Leviathan, at Disadvantage, with rolls of a natural critical at [url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2515]26[/url] and a [url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2520]19[/url] for [url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2521]9[/url] damage. 

She will then about-face while in place and unsheathe a sickle, a light weapon, as her free interact object, while pinning her back foot onto the quarterstaff, preventing it from moving, with the rest of her movement while remaining stationary.

Wick, (standing, facing two injured shades):
HP: 8/16 
AC: 17 with a shield strapped on off-hand arm
Spell slots: 0/1 (Warlock); 2/2 (First Level Cleric)
Weapon: Sickle currently in main hand. Nothing with off-hand, with available sheathed daggers and sling. Quarterstaff on ground under back foot.
[/hider]
[@Zverda][@The Harbinger of Ferocity]