[@The Irish Tree],[@Rockin Strings],[@BurningDaisies] [hr] Seeing the bulky General flung aside like an unwanted ragdoll, a certain realization dawned inside Ashara's head. Namely, that if a brute in heavy armor like Gromgard could be flung aside like yesterday's garbage, then a lithe and more dainty frame, such as herself, would likely not fair particularly well either. For this reason, staying put and allowing the on-coming, charging Tree-tendeing cultist to get to her was likely not a desirable outcome. As such, the nine-tailed fox opted to avoid this outcome. "[Wind Walk: Three Steps]!" She xclaimed, as she slightly bent down, before pushing off with her legs, jumping up into the air. As her momentum faded and she began to drop, a magical circle of bright green appeared underneath her feet, and using it as a spring-board, the kitsune propelled herself further into the air. Once again, just as gravity was about to pull her back down, the process repeated and she bounded even further into the air, far above her fellow Chateau allies, and more importantly, the Cultist Leader. The third time, however, she did not use the circle as a bouncy-pad, but instead, stopped upon it - as if it were some kind of magical ploatform. To those with very keen eyes though, one could tell taht slowly, [i]very, very[/i] slowly, Ashara was descending, but the magic cirlce of wind - which by the way was making her haori robe flutter rather carelessly up in the air - was doing a great job of making it seem like she was actually standing in midair, far above the ground. While she did want to bound over to where Gromgard had landed, the fact remained that Ashara didn't really have any healing or recovery-type spells or abilties, at least not ones that would benefit anyone but herself. After all, she was designed as a wandering and patrolling interceptor, not a support or other benefactor. So, in the end, even if she went to the Shadowman's side, there wasn't anything she could've done for him. Instead, she focused her amethyst eyes on the tree. Earlier, when she had hurled her Spirit Bullets at it, the cultist had moved in to cover the vile thing from her attacks. Which meant one of two things: Either the Tree was some kind of source of power for the Cultist, [i]or[/i], the cultist considered the Tree more important than himself. In either case, her bullets had seemed to do and be more effective against the abominable plant-thing than the deranged tender anyway, and with that in mind... "[b][Fox-fire]![/b]" Ashara called out, while stretching out an arm towards the tree and spreading her fingers wide. Thus, while still in the air, nine blue flames suddenly appeared around Ashara's body. Each roughly the size of a modern volleyball. Within an instant, they left her side, flying towards the wooden-corpse-creature in spiralling, helix-like motions and patterns. They functioned similar to spells like Magic Missile, where the blue bolts of fire were unerring and would not miss their target, as they would change trjactory and course if obstacles got in the way. Fox-fire was a racial spell of the kitsune. It had a rather long cooldown too, but its effects were rahter unique. The initial hit didn't do very much damage, but it did afflict the target with a unique status called 'Fox Curse'. Any subsequent hits from other Fox-fire-bolts would deal increased damage. If all bolts successfully hit, the target would suffer a final, hard-hitting and large-damaging explosion, which would also set them aflame with the 'Burning'-status effect. Naturally, spells like 'Remove Curse', 'Dispel' or other similar debuff-cleaners would remove the 'Fox Curse'-effect, causing the attack to only deal medicore magic damage at best. Hopefully though, their enemy didn't have access to such measures. Those were Ashara's thoughts at least, as she slowly, slowly descended further from the air towards the sky, thougn still far above ground.