The magical barrier reacted, causing her arrow to veer to the side and hit the wall next to the old wizard. It, however, failed to anticipate the frost attack from Solomon's summon and hit Asevor square on his back. 

The old mage arched, while Jazdia deftly reloaded her arrow, ready to shoot a follow-up. 

[b][color=#778da9]"Okay, you've got me. Parley."[/color][/b]

The bow steadied, and behind it, a pair of hellish, heterochromatic eyes watched with an unwavering focus how Asevor's spells waned instantly. Yet, the man stood, leaning on his cane, his figures unshrouded, fragile, and proud.

The elven ranger was still holding the string, though she herself was arguably the most potent menace in this room, her arm was shaking slightly. 

[color=ec008c]"You have three seconds to convince me why shouldn't I destroy you right here, right now,"[/color] she said.  

[color=ec008c]"One!" [/color]