[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  The Tower  
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color]  The Group [/center]

 [color=bc8dbf]"Thomas, get behind me!"[/color] Satilla called as she stood between their offensive magic user and the armored undead. At least that's what she thought of what she was seeing right now. She had a moment, a chance to perform an action, but there was a rather bad possible side effect that could hit her in return. If she leaves herself open to attack without her guard up, she was not a fighter so chances were good she cannot go on the offense too much.

 Without any other choice, she steeled her defensive stance. Her staff still aimed at the armor (A4). She still believed the helmet that had now it's faceplate missing was her only feasable target with her weaponry.