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Nabi had no sooner ceased her spellcraft than a blinding flash of light engulfed her vision from the deigan's lightning spell; she gave an involuntary cry of distress and covered her eyes with her arm, but it was too late. Nabi staggered back for a moment, her head overwhelmed by pain from the sensory overload, and she fought to stay on her feet as she stumbled, her entire sense of place and perception in disarray. Though it barely lasted more than a second or two, Nabi was still recovering when a crash to her left heralded the arrival of more foes for them to deal with, as truly a strange sight to behold made its way through the double doors. A construct made entirely of plates and saucers, as well as broken pieces of the previous and sherds of pottery, wielding an odd combination of weapons indeed - a meat cleaver in the one hand and a carving fork in the other. It was initially rather comical, but the murderous intent of the construct quickly suppressed any humorous thoughts Nabi had on the matter - it was fully intending on trying to kill her, and whilst its movements were ungainly and poorly-coordinated, the distance between her and it was too short to contemplate another spell, [i]especially[/i] after that bastard deigan had stunned her - regardless of how accidental it might have been - with his little lightning japery. Apparently the human knight had much the same idea, and had grumbled about how there were more enemies to fight - his tone all-but-demanding the deigan to stop wasting his energies on showy spellcraft dealing with an enemy that was already entirely handled to begin with.

Nabi forced herself to refocus. The construct was taking several steps in her direction, which prompted Nabi herself to withdraw at roughly the same pace towards the centre of the hall. She glanced around at everyone else, and was about to call for aid against this new threat, when the young human, perhaps seeing her in distress and about to call for support, rushed over with his truncheons. A wave of relief washed over Nabi... Good. Blunt force would be far superior to her sabre at dealing with an automaton of such construction, and the iron would have the advantage of disrupting the magical forces holding the damnable thing together, not to mention she could at least trust some of her newly-found companions to come to her assistance should she need it. Nabi glanced at the young human briefly, before deciding on a course of action. She would re-engage, and advance to meet the contact, and with any luck force the wraith to split its attention between the two of them, hopefully giving the young lad the chance to land a few crunching blows of his own with the truncheons. She switched her sabre back to her right hand, and drew her main gauche from behind her back, assuming a ready stance and keeping a watchful eye on both the cleaver and the carving fork, as Jordan made his move.