Your worst enemy, she reflected, remained your frail body’s own nervous system. 

At any moment the tension inside was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom. The thought of shadows, pleasantly carrying a haughty presence without interference nor intervention, just several meters away, contorted the left side of the Aasimar’s face ever so slightly. This sort of spasm occurred when hatred quaked, but then settled. 

It happened again, as her staff chiseled into the road. 

Only a twitch, a quiver, rapid as the fluttering of a hummingbird’s wings, but now obviously habitual. She remembered pondering of her former self, that poor devil slaughtered before reaching her promised abode of the afterlife. What was more frightening was this reflex was not only unconscious but incessant. More so, there was no way of guarding against the facial ripple, so far as she could see, as if the muscles of her cheek were cringing from a provoked seizure. 

She drew in a subtle breath to calm herself, but the teeth remained on edge, conspiring against her chin to demonstrate themselves to this fallen world. The saliva pooling, begging the quandary of swallowing or spitting. The warlock wasn’t married to either option, hoping the odor of battle would eliminate this villainous distraction, upon more worthy enemies. The stench of war, inextricably mixed up with magic and metal, breached the paroxysm for an invariable confession, as she prepared an orb of radiance in her dominant hand.

[color=ec008c]“We hold sacred the powers of light and life. Truth and honor are our greatest weapons. However, this apparent opportunity should risk decency. I will lie, awaiting to strike our enemy, once we have reached your vantage, as I neither lack the range nor any quarrel with rectitude.”[/color]

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As our enemy is 130-140 feet from Wick at her current position, Wick will cast as a Bonus Action, [i]Expeditious Retreat[/i], in an effort to climb easier and to obtain high ground. Once she is above with Theodore and Katia, Wick will then ready her [i]Globe of Light[/i].

[url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1197066][color=ec008c]Wick[/color][/url] 

HP: 22/22 
Temp HP: 6
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Expeditious Retreat

Spell Slots: 
Warlock (Level 2): 1/2 First Level used on Hex 
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 1/3 First Level used on Expeditious Retreat
Globe of Light Limit: 0/1 (used)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (unused)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (unused)
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[@Hekazu][@JBRam2002][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Cu Chulainn]