Habeen Nocta--In Which the Folk Magician Discovers that Running Into a Burning Building is Probably a Terrible Idea
Habeen, upon reaching about a quarter of the way up, felt a hot blaze in her face. It was then that she realized that running into a burning building is
probably an awful idea, and that she ought to offer support from a distance; she did have Mire, after all.
Habeen wheeled around and whistled as she walked back down the stairs. She didn't intend on suffocating via smoke before she reached a higher state of understanding, after all. She wasn't
quite that well-traveled yet.
Habeen walked right out the watchtower to a scene laden with corpses. "Oh, gee, that's pleasant to walk out to," she said.
Jeanne wasn't quite sure if she was being sarcastic or not.
"Whatever happened to charging up the building and Fluxing that brigand's bloodied behind?" Jeanne asked.
"Eh, I thought better of it. Turns out that running into a tower that's just been lit ablaze by a stray Arcfire or something isn't the best way to stay alive," Habeen replied with a shrug.
"So... you turned tail and ran?"
"I certainly turned tail, but as you can see," Habeen said, casually flipping her book open and eyeing the window of the watchtower, "I'm no deserter."
She snapped her fingers and the white circles reappeared around her forearm. Habeen then pointed at the window just as she saw Malboro flash by, and loosed the tome. Mire has VERY good range, though it is difficult to control by virtue of its status as dark magic. Habeen crossed her fingers and hoped that it wouldn't hurt anybody other than her intended target, Malboro.
Though given the general rotten luck of dark-magic wielders...