[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3][i]Shiara Cazarin, bone mage[/i][/h3][/color][/center] 

The apprentice had deprived the beast of its head, yet still it tried to reach them.  Even Shiara's warding was taxed by the dark magic animating the body.  A twinge like a half-remembered nightmare tugged at her thoughts, but didn't resolve into anything of use.  Whatever it was, it was old, maybe even older than some of the traditions she upheld.

For the moment all she could do was watch the knights and the lady fighter dismember their various opponents.  She had nothing to use as a weapon aside from the shovel that she still held in her off hand.  Even if she'd had a proper weapon, she was no fighter.  Her strength lay in her magics, and she'd be a poor match for the beasts even with Kem's help.