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A bolt of psionic lightning cracked, and Jazdia blocked it with her hand. In her better days, the pain would be intense and flinching and even stifling, but now she could only feel a chilling tremor from her damaged arm, and utter wrath. 

The spell, though dampened by her unusually complex arcane wiring, managed to reach her head and messed up her perception. Trying to minimize the confusion, she deactivated her ultravision and aborted the ongoing enchantment. Another hand gripped the handle of her blade in anticipation, but nothing came within her range. 

She could feel the wind picking up. Right here, in this very building, along with a series of foul language that would make even the toughest front liners blush. It took her several minutes to activate her eyes and figure out what was happening. Asevor was hovering away... which was not very surprising, and Cedar created a hurricane to intercept him right after he escaped the tower. 

Thinking that she too was far from done with that old wizard, Jazdia walked toward the door and prepared her arrow.