[i]Of course[/i] it would not be their adventure if they were not to find themselves into the side of the city where the lowest of pawns played their game; these people managed to be less than peasants, because at least peasants performed a role. Not a glorious one, admirable in its humbleness at best but still utterly deplorable. This area? It was the decay left behind when civility stretched its bounds too far, forcing its reach to exceed its grasp as Arthera had best heard it. The entire foray into this lair of urban, broken sprawl was distracting enough that she had almost forgot why they were here in the first place.

That was until the yelling began, but not just any kind of yelling, no, this was the sort that signaled fell news afoot. That it was too, for a woman came rushing on to their group, running seemingly for her life and followed by a band of thuggish men. All of the wanderer's body came on edge at this, but her intellect was enough to keep her calm rather than blatantly reactive. So much so that she proved overly scornful rather than immediately hostile.

"I do not care [i]who[/i] is responsible or [i]what[/i] for," Arthera's stare from beneath her hood flashed with a glare of levelheaded albeit near callous exasperation, "But if you are going to prove problem, be certain [i]we[/i] will end it."

The biting words were just as leveled at the woman fleeing the scene as they were at the men in pursuit of her; there wasn't time to determine who was right or wrong, with the bitter truth being that Arthera did not care in either circumstance. This ordeal wasn't her squabble, not over this pit of dirt and detritus confined to the city - they could keep it. But it became overly apparent these men were intent on doing whatever it took to get after the woman, the same who pleaded with the tiefling for aid, even if it meant coming to blows.

And this was not something the towering robed woman took lightly.

"You made your choice."

Arthera's hand outstretched from her sleeve and with it, a faint skitter of blue static formed on the ground at a distance just beneath the feet of the rushing men and near centered on the street itself, radiating out from there all at once. Whatever it was, odd even for magic if it were, the warped stone and mud instantly shimmed with pure, steaming ice following the faint discharge of static; an audible pop. The gesture wasn't even needed, neither the sound nor the theatrics at that, all committed through act of will alone, but she was going to make good on her threat... and buy her companions some time to act.

She drew back her arm unhurriedly.

"I think it would be your turn, Ceria." She remarked, despite the tattooed man still in motion.

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Arthera manifests [i]Ice Sheet[/i] as an action, spending 2 psi points of her 14 to do so.

From the point which the goliath is standing on, a sheet of psionic ice snaps into existence under their feet. It radiates out 20 feet in all directions and lasts for the next 10 minutes. It is difficult terrain, with any creature moving 10 or more feet on it needing to beat a DC 13 Dexterity saving throw or fall prone. If the surface is sloped at all, they fall prone and slide to the bottom automatically.

All enemies are in its affected area.
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