"[color=thistle]I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying![/color]" Vlyn told the complaining Emette, who somehow became even paler. She was losing her life force much too quickly for his taste, and he felt he was fighting a losing battle.

The woman felt her vision blur, though she chose to fight it. Her body glowed, ironically mimicking the dark properties as she took whatever little mist remained of the place into herself. The process was exhausting, and as she looked at Aloa, her eyes widened. "[color=mistyrose]Ah! Vlyn![/color]" Emette shouted to him, looking at Aloa.

Aloa cursed inwardly as the wall absorbed her magicks, but admittedly, she hadn't quite been prepared for them getting sent right back. There was hardly any time to cast, though instead, she focused herself on making sure her own barrage of magicks wouldn't pummel her. She ran faster, and when it looked like she was going to collide, and the last moment she dropped down to her knees, effectively sliding underneath. It was a little too close for comfort, though as her back was to the floor, she realized she hadn't quite seen the tendrils.

Vlyn, however, did; "[color=thistle]Oh, that looks bad,[/color]" He commented as he snapped his fingers, and right as they were about to converge on Aloa, several icicles erupted. They had little effect on the tendrils, as they tore right through them, but it would become clear that their goal was not to attack: one large icicle had essentially pushed Aloa upright and out of harm's way. The viera turned her body upright, though rather than run, she would have her fingers pointed together, jabbing her hand right into the wall. Turning her hand, the wall would glow a brilliant shade of violet, the mist effectively drinking whatever was left.

"[color=mistyrose]That's Aloa for you...[/color]" Emette couldn't help but comment, though she felt herself slipping.