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[@PigeonOfAstora][@ERode][@Raineh Daze][@Richard Horthy]
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Wind, followed by a storm of fire.

Katerina's spell igniting the air, the storm of fire feeding from her own spell, fiery ash being lifted and falling elsewhere, spreading more. Well, she was certainly glad the Dame was on their side if nothing else. The bandits would fall beneath the assault, surrender, or burn. Not a very fortunate fate, if she had to say. Still, she couldn't leave this half done, no? No merc worth their salt half-assed anything if they wanted a good reputation - 

[color=598527]"Eh? That's a bit too much fire don't ya think, Katerina!?"[/color] Cecillia shouted, as the great, dead tree began to tumble, ancient wood creaking, groaning, burning as it came crashing to the ground with a resounding thud as the wings of a great predator burst from the cage, illuminated by the orange, smokey light of the fire as it took to the skies, eyeing them with all the great pride and strength of a proud beast.

[color=598527]"Jeez,"[/color] The gale sailed past, Cecilia stood unbothered. [color=598527]"Sorry beastie there's only one person I'll kneel too, hahah."[/color] Cavalier of an attitude as ever, Cecil repositioned herself just slightly to the beasts flanks. It might be able to fly, certainly, and that would give it quite a difficult advantage...but only as long as it [i]could[/i] fly.

[color=598527]"Serenity! I'll see if I can cripple its wings!"[/color] She'd shout, pulling an arrow. She had never fought a griffin before, so she wasn't sure what to expect...so she'd start off small. Several arrows fired in quick succession, pinpoint accuracy aimed right for the beasts wings.