[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RQaJfun.png[/img][h1][b][color=B22222]C L A R A[/color][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=gray]IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS[/color][/b][/center][hr]
The ongoing assault kept Clara's feet stuck to the forest soil, unable to think, unable to run. In the time it took for Pagonia to get hurled into a tree and for Étoile and Zestasia to carry out their attacks, Clara had come up with nothing to contribute to the offence. The trials she ran in her head had lead to nothing.

Hearing the young ignis magi cry out in a fit of rage strengthened that helpless feeling in her gut; Clara knew how fragile of an emotion anger was, and through her narrowed eyes she could already see Zestasia begin to crack. At this point, she was just waiting for bad luck to rear its ugly head, ready to shatter all chances of defeating the monster.

But Zestasia and the others were doing something, at least trying to bring the fight closer to its much needed end.

[i][color=B22222]Think.[/color][/i]

Her attention switched to Pagonia, his limp body hidden by the shadows of thick tree branches. Although he had attacked recklessly, with so little care for himself that it almost pissed her off, he was still skilled with a sword and confident with his magic, he still charged forward despite the risks. The group was down by one valuable magi, and with Etoile also injured, that would make it two if they weren't careful. 

Clara bit her lip, eyes darting to the chaos and then back to Pagonia. She had to admit, it would be unreasonable to leave the man vulnerable, for all she knew he could be on the verge of death after being slammed into the tree that hard. She wasn't as stubborn to deny that she owed him for deflecting those spikes just a minute ago either; he [i]did[/i] just save her life. The least she could do was offer what little help she could.

After seconds of hesitation Clara finally took off, sprinting around the dark edges of the forest clearing to avoid the ongoing skirmish. Unable to get an immediate view of the severity of Pagonia's injuries, Clara dragged him roughly by his ankles behind the oak tree, where thin rays of light breaking through the leaves made things a little more visible. Her hand glowed a faint red as she placed it against the dead tree's bark, releasing her [color=B22222][i]Florentes Gemmae[/i][/color] spell to cover it in crystal. She glowered as she observed the distressed Zestasia one last time, before turning around to see the extent of Pagonia's injuries.

[b]"[color=B22222]Dammit… you better not be dead,[/color]”[/b]