[h3]Vera[/h3]
[b]Aelrod's Mansion, West Garden[/b]
[@Guilty Spark][@OwO][@Psyker Landshark]
[hr]

	The satisfying crumple of her foe's mask, shards plinking along the back of her gauntlet, raised a storm of confidence in Vera. With a stomp of her foot she coursed forward, staying on top of the staggered harpy and ready to deliver a follow-up bludgeoning. But her fist found only the wind, and she was left with only the gust from the harpy's escape buffeting in her ears until its magical tones came to taunt her. Even if this voice was going to be her only company in the silence, she wasn't about to indulge it in banter. She couldn't even afford to gawk after unmasking the intruder. 

	The harpy was already weaving another spell, adding remote weaponry to the list of arcane abilities she was wielding. Vera knew that trend wasn't going to stop if she let the harpy get comfortable being out of reach. She kept moving forward, pulling her sword out as the enemy's spectral weapons materialized. Her eyes turned, widening with realization as she saw the others emerging from the manor with eerie quiet, only to snap back to the harpy's blades when the spell was set into motion.

	She canted her own blade and swung to parry the projectile out of her path. The sudden impact of a steel slug driven by a spell, even glanced off of her weapon, rattled all the way up her arms but didn't stop her stride. Just as well the outside world was silenced, she could only hear her own pulse. There was no time to worry about it coming back around, there were two more right in front of her. It was a fine line between panic and frenzy that Vera was barreling down, too afraid of dying a target dummy to worry about the rest. She couldn't dodge three swords, but it wouldn't matter if her opponent couldn't juggle her spells with an angry elf in her face. Her grip tightened, her teeth grit, she presented the tip of her sword like a lance and threw herself at the enemy.