Rossarm kept count of the crystals that came his way and he noted their behaviour; whether they followed his movements or leaded him as a target in spite of the smoke. Once what he counted was the final crystal circling Neesa was launched, his wall of flame petered out, dismissed by a flash of his right hand.

Contrary to his prior behaviour, the wave of fire prompted Rossarm to stand his ground. Another spell caused a shimmer of bright orange to pulse down his skin right before the blue flames washed into him. The base of his clothing began to brown and scorch, but he was otherwise unfazed and uninjured.

Rossarm did not hesitate. He stepped forward and shot out a palm, casting a streak of fire that seemed to suck the flames around it all the way to the base of Hal-Neesa's dress, detonating with a bright yellow blast of fire against her ward.

Fendros shielded his eyes. "What on Nirn was that spell?!" 

"Some Telvanni magician's trick, no doubt," Teroiah said dismissively. "Hardly a riposte."

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"Okay, see you at dinner, Julan." Janius waved and continued on.

Rhazii followed Sabine's hurry for a few more moments as he walked beside Julan, looking slightly worried. Julan's words with Narsi drew his attention back.

Narsi was no more impressed with Julan, even if his tattoos did cause her to lift an eyebrow momentarily. "What are you meant to be, the city clown?"

"She is Narsi," Rhazii explained through his bared teeth. "She's Lorag's daughter, and apparently she's got a mean streak." His ear twitched. "We have to help train her." After a pause, Rhazii's eyes kept flicking back to Julan's marks. "Did you get your body painted at Kaleeth's tribe?" He asked curiously.