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Another, less trained individual, might have flinched or otherwise faltered at hearing the words get down, shouted across the field, or taken their advice. But of course, doing so wouldn't be her job, now would it? It was certainly dangerous, but if they couldn't get to the necromancer before he overwhelmed them with the dead, then that would be even more dangerous. The smell of burning flesh assaulted her nostrils, but she didn't think of it.

Her target had already been spotted. A foul creature, clad in black robes decorated with feathers. A skull of a dear, for a helmet. It was already attempting to channel more foul magic. Faster, she had to be faster. She focused energy from her blade towards her feet. Desert winds carrying her swiftly as she could across the floor. Quickly, before he could raise them again!

"Mist...!" And just to be safe - a flash of her blade, a brief incantation and a thick mist would escape from the enchanted weapon, a few steps later the area around her had been obscured by the thick fog, blocking the target from seeing her. A brief moment more of confusion while he couldn't see her was all she'd need. Second, two watery blades towards the goblins staff and body - for a distraction as well as interrupting his spellcasting. She wasn't going to attack him head on, no. Instead, hopefully while distracted, she'd drive the sword into the Shaman's back.

Of course, she was utterly terrified of fighting a goblin like this.