It was incredible how Flavia's voice and whistle carried over the fight. [i][color=violet]Experience, I guess[/color][/i] Clanette thought to herself inbetween jarring blows and strikes. It didn't feel right to retreat and give up the ground she and Tulvar had made now, but her Nordic ally tugging her back by the robe was enough to convince her.

She allowed him to guide her back, spending the last of her magicka reserves to keep her ward maintained and to the front protecting them both from any stray missiles, spells or strikes. [color=violet]"These damned archers!"[/color] she said back to Tulvar as another arrow pinged off her spell. Someone would need to deal with them, somehow. At least being in formation would help in that regard. She was pulled back through a line of summoned skeletons, something that irked the Vigilant inside her but she knew better than to mention it now.

Finally back amongst her comrades Clanette fell into the back-line, dropping her satchel and removing a selection of potions, proceeding to gulp down phials of health, magicka and stamina. As the various brews settled in her stomach she felt warmth return to her skin, the sign ironflesh had worn off. [color=0054a6]"It's all well and good staying here but we're gunna get picked off one by one with those archers, anybody got any ideas how to take them out?"[/color] piped up Adrian, but Clanette had no ideas.

She cried above the clamour before she spent any more magicka on herself; [color=violet]"Does anyone need any healing?"[/color] She couldn't see any immediate broken bones or gaping wounds but it was always worth asking