[center][h1]Diana[/h1]
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Diana furrowed. The events of the day had gone from bad to worse. Just when she could not think it could get any worse with Lightbringer abandoning them, now some strange freaks with masks had taken to assaulting the medbay. She hefted the alcohol in one hand. It was nowhere near enough any kind of decent spell component, as she scratched the back of her hair thoughtfully. "I know, Michael. I hate cultists." She whispered to herself. It was then when she realized... she had another spell component to use. She hesitated as she took the scalpel, and cutting a chunk of her luscious silver hair, pressed it firmly against Michael's brush, uttering a few words. The brush glowed, and the hairs now very much resembled those of Diana's.

"I used my own hair to strengthen your tool. This silver Brush of the Witch should be useful. Battered as we may be, we need to win this. Cultists abduct and sacrifice people." She said somberly as she readied the alcohol, remnants of her own hair and...

She spotted a tooth among those things that had been taken out of wounds of various fighters. An imp's tooth! Luckily, her luck had not vanished alltogether. With those she could conjure something decent... She began to draw. Any kind of undead would do really, but whose undead would answer her meager summoning of alcohol, an imp's tooth and  silver hair? 

An arm shot through the circle, full of gray muscle and tough sinew. This was odd, Undead powerful like this should never appear...

"You denied me my fight, Volva. But it seems you are getting desperate. Which means that I Ulf, will get to fight my share." The booming voice of the war-happy Draugr claimed.