Rossarm's face was a mask of concentration. Only the hardening of his brow spoke of his stress under the circumstances, though he had no time to openly express it further even if he had let himself do so. Despite this, he had a risky answer to Neesa's assault. He lowered his ward and, with his other hand, cast a simple, if refined transmutation spell that caused his hand and forearm to harden to a dull, slightly crackly texture. The fraction of a second passing indicated his intention to parry the sword with his magic-hardened hand -- and he was poised to do so -- though the tactic misdirected the subtlety of his other hand, which carefully lined a bolt of lightning right at the centre of a floating crystal right beside Hal-Neesa's sword arm.

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"Woah, really?" Rhazii expressed a little surprise. "If they're like Aunt Kaleeth's that means they're not coming off, right?" He grinned, bewildered. "That's going to be weird, Julan."

Rhazii was about to add that he had only recently learned about Narsi as well before Lorag spoke.

"If you think a bunch of paint makes you all tough then why don't you need 'em?" Narsi mumbled back venomously without looking directly at Lorag.

Rhazii lifted his chin and asked. "Are they doing hand-to-hand or armed?"