[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	With Asevor so far in sky and the cloud of caustic acid slowly descending over the keep, Solomon realized just how little range he had. For that battle, Solomon would have to rely on his allies, both living and dead. That is not to say Solomon didn’t have anything to do near the ground. The steel box was of concern. It was a good size, enough to hold a person. The doors further supported it. The night magic, silent incantations that one wouldn’t be detected meant this contraption, this cage perhaps was to be thoroughly  hidden. Solomon observed the case, and the device, attempting to read some of the runes engraved to get a better sense of what he was working with. Unfortunately, he misrepresented how much time he had, unaware of how quickly the acid fog descended upon the battlement. However, it seems like his miscalculation was saved by Jazdia’s release of inner fire, something he wouldn’t realize until he once again left the garret.

	As for the ongoing battle, Violet was keeping one of the summoned bodyguards busy as best she could. In fact, being mostly unaffected by the crystal fire of jazdia’s explosive arrows, worked to position the one she was dealing with as near to them as she could, though made very difficult by the shadow raven’s persistence.

	August found he was out of range. The beanstalk could not go up much higher without increasing the base significantly, and he currently lacked the substantial mana to do so. Instead, he took individual vines and laced them with rooted seeds, turning the stalk into a pseudo trebuchet and the root structures into nets. The seeds held just enough mana that once they land to rapidly dig into their landing spot enough to sturdy themselves. Almost like an extension of himself several hundred feet in the air, the vine would swing like a whip, releasing the seeds where one would normally crack.

	Petra used all parts of her body to cast her spells. Her arms would come down, flip through pages quickly before raising her book once again for the spectral hand to lay upon the page and release a spell. After her first near encounter with one of the strangely humanoid ravens, Petra cast upon herself Blur. Her very being was no longer a sharp contrast to her surroundings, becoming wispy, and very hard to focus. It was though one was looking at her through fogged glass. While not impossible, her appearance would make targeting and landing further attacks that much harder.

	With another hand on the page, Petra slid her hand off the spell book with a directed point towards Asevor. The servants of death, at least the ones that remained, would have to act more defensively to protect Asevor blocking barrages than facing Petra. Rays of light were enough to burn and seemed to be a weakness of the shadow elementals.