"Well, damn, this is cool," Nanda muttered to herself when all the weapons in the room burst to flame. It was almost distraction enough against the undeads that were making a beeline for her. She tried to dodge away behind the knight, Arton ("Why, thank you, sir."), while at the same time throwing two now-flaming knives at her pursuers, aiming for their unprotected heads.

Nanda glanced quickly around the room, assessing it. Arton and Rio seemed like they were doing fine defending their stance, but what about the other guards? The dark elf was attacking with flurry, and she seemed to have more luck attacking from behind. Nanda [b]Fooled[/b] her arms to have more [b]Strength[/b] and [b]Agility[/b], for stronger faster blows.

Now where is the magic boy?