[h2]Miina Malina[/h2]

One day she was going to be surprised that the Valheimr troops had beaten them somewhere but… maybe not until they went to Edren? [i]That[/i] hadn't fallen yet and wasn't as inherently open as her home. Besides, this was kind of the entire reason that they were down in Skael right now, so…

As Rudolf brought the front lines crashing down, Miina raised the sword-catalyst in her working arm, the first spell already lazily spilling from her lips: "[i]Thundara[/i]."

The pain from before had faded to a dull tingle, barely a reminder that she was even doing anything, and with the modifications to the sword it was easier than ever. Tripping over themselves, there was no way they could avoid the lightning crackling across their armour, digging in and shocking them. She could just cast again, and again–

"Th–" 

But the small redhead cut herself off, concern running through her, tingling more than the echo of the first spell ever did. [i]Should[/i] she, though? Could she let herself get carried away just because their opposition was so obviously weak? Last time she had, and Ellie had been shot in the back for their troubles. [i]Last time,[/i] she got so absorbed in healing to the best of her abilities that she wasn't able to step in with the Behemoth until it was too late.

No, no, [i]one[/i] would do. And wait. Watch. If she got caught up in the ease and flow of casting, got forced to do something drastic again… what was next? Her other arm? Or would she just burn away from the inside?