[h2]Lilia[/h2]

The elf gave the impression of almost being frozen, seeming to not respond at first--but then she ducked. Fast; not as fast as the ridiculous creature on the other side of the courtyard, but still faster and more graceful than the awkward elf had given any hint of being. She'd also started singing, some sort of nonsense verse in Elvish, a word that might possibly have been loaned into Talderian about the cold--

And, even rising out of her crouch and moving forwards, she was swinging at Renar's ankles. But it wasn't just the sword he had to watch out for, another of the hilt's many gems was lit up in response, and even faster a faint mist spread out from the weapon, turning his footing into an unexpected sheet of ice.

Nor was this the limit of her attack, regardless of its success. Now that she was moving, it was clear Lilia wasn't a stationary fighter, and she was following up to stab at his side, the song continuing to another line. This one had no loanwords to give a hint, but the turbulence building around the blade itself was a warning--along with the stab, a shock of wind. Destabilising, but not dangerous.

At least the magic wasn't adding any extra lethality.