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[color=#bc8dbf]"Death take it!"[/color]

As the trees grew close enough to impede her progress she swore and brought the undead steed to a halt. Kallahar dismounted and gave an eerie, distorted whistle that prompted the mount to plunge beneath the ground. This wouldn't do at all. At this rate they would never catch up in time.

[color=#bc8dbf]"Profane Aura, Etherfloat."[/color]

She rose a hands-breadth above the forest floor, high enough to be above any obstacles.

At the first flash of sorcery she stopped short, spinning to take cover behind a tree. A heartbeat after the flames passed she stepped out, one hand reaching out towards the enemies. Thinner parts of her armour may have retained a faint glow from the heat of the magecraft but that to quickly faded.

[color=#bc8dbf]"The mercy was mine. Had I the intention I would have slain you and every one of your kin. But I stayed my hand on a rare whim."[/color]

The pointed gauntlet glowed with a dim light that nevertheless hurt to look at. After a moment it faded.

[color=#bc8dbf]"Dispel Profane Aura."[/color]

Kallahar drifted to the ground and took a two handed grip on her sword.

[color=#bc8dbf]"I give you a choice now. Face me in single combat and your kin that you have brought with you may flee to their homes. Or you can all attack at once and very likely all share the same fate. You, their leader, decides."[/color]

[@Lugubrious]