Fotia knelt against the ground, raising her shield in a futile attempt to stop the exploding spores. Parts of her armor puckered inward and punctured. Fumes escaped through the holes. Her helmet as well had a massive chunk blown out of it. Despite clearly missing part of her head she rose back up, stumbling from an unstable leg. Red energy oozed out of the opening in her head. [color=#e52b50]"Were you not my enemy this would be much more entertaining."[/color] She rigidly pulled back her sword, ready to swing again. [color=#e52b50]"There is too much at stake, I need you to die. Even if it has to be at my hands."[/color]

	A mist opened on the opposite end of the chamber, where Zelriane was just moments before. The mist billowed across the floor, obscuring the floor up to knee-high. A larger figure came out. He was clad in fish-scale styled mail with a massive bladed bow and a mask with a beard motif that swirled like waves. [color=#e52b50]"Boreas, help your sister."[/color] He pulled back near the bow where a bowstring should have been. Wind acted in its place, pulling back the bow and conjuring a swirling mimicry of an arrow. Fotia swung her blade as Boreas shot. The synced attacks combined in a spray of billowing fire. [color=#e52b50]"What would you do if Yzeira died and left you alone?"[/color]