[h3][color=thistle]Io[/color][/h3]

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Io nearly clicked her tongue in annoyance - an ancient reflex that must have been drudged up from such an unpredictable situation progressing as it did. She attributed it to having to run on instinct from moment to moment - something unthinkable for a lich, but necessary to prevent inaction.

Io turned her attention to the Varjans moving after the prisoners. The last thing the defense needed was an unexpected flank to upset the precarious balanced that was currently achieved. "[b][color=thistle]I will see to the Varjans in the backline.[/color][/b]" She called out, before taking off towards the prisoner's area.

The pages of her grimoire whirled as she called to mind offensive spells. She would need something to decisively handle a group - ideally before they could gain the upper hand. As she ran, the accumulating mist cooled her skin - and Io nearly smiled as she came up with a plan. '[color=thistle]Ah. Perhaps some repurposing is in order.[/color]' The mist swirled as she mouthed an amendment to her initial spell, following her in a cloud. The mist itself was harmless... But if the spell was altered with an electric charge it became anything but. It could happen with a single word from Io's mouth, and it was more efficient than a flashy spell of lightning.

Io finished her preparations as she neared where she knew the Varjan prisoners were. She would take a moment to let the mist creep in, as well as examine the force. Io planned to hold the mist until the right moment - or for when others may wise up to what was occurring, whichever came first.