A field of blue static charged around the goliath's figure and subsequently detonated with a vicious electrical crack that sent cobalt sparks cascading across the ice until they winked out of existence; the rest of the energy, which spread out in the air like tendrils, vanished as well. Where it came from or quite why was unknown to any observer, the very nature of psychic power, but the band of adventurers present knew well otherwise.

[i]"Enough loitering Ceria, finish the brute off."[/i] A familiar tone chimed telepathically in the ranger's mind, that of Arthera.

Her voice, that spoken moments later and the words thought now, rose in frustration with the scent of blood in the air, the psychic fury that burned within her feral spirit, and the severity of conflict that had only further evolved; their delay early on cost them in precious blood and dearly at that. Maybe now they would realize life here in their beloved, filthy city life was as much kill or be killed as it was in the wilderness the woman had come to experience. Knowing no less this exchange could have faired far better, the primalist was needing to escalate and fast, in particular when an added threat came from the odd, greyed figure who joined the fight and called forth some sort of ancient power from the stones he bore on his belt.

"Kill that old withered fool, not the copies - he's our greatest threat." She said audibly to the rest, hoping they'd break the enemy's ranks and morale if the huntress killed the crippled giant as she wished earlier and focused their attacks on the unusual entity.

From there, she slipped to the most northern stone corner, not more than a few paces from the wounded elf, and readied her next attack with the desire that the odds would swing in their favor this go around. If anything there was added disdain in her gritted expression that burned for these pathetic nothings, those uninvolved in the fight, and in part arose from the truth they prevented her from striking all her foes at once. 

No end to the complications this wretched city had.

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Arthera manifests [i]Hungry Lightning[/i] as an action, spending 3 psi points of her 12 to do so.

The goliath is her target and must make a DC 13 Dexterity saving throw at disadvantage due to his worn armor. If he fails, he takes [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2794]16[/url] lightning damage or 8 if he succeeds.

She then communicates in secret to Ceria through her [i]Telepathy[/i] ability and moves 5 feet north on the grid to be closer to her. As a free action this turn, she makes a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2791]25[/url] Intelligence (Arcana) check to determine that the grey figure is an "Eonic Drifter" and prioritizes accordingly, notifying her allies as well.
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