Albert
The liquids in the flask was dense in texture. Upon drinking it, Psyche felt a sour pinch on her tongue. Soon after, however, she sensed the properties of a healing potion taking effect in her body. Her pulsating ache calmed while her body regenerated the damage she had taken prior. In the meantime, her arrow soared through the air. Sparks hissed from its body and erupted once its shaft met the enemy's arm. The shot clanged off of his body and dropped to the floor. Kol twitched his head towards the archer and chuckled in a disgusting fashion. Odd... Although it resembled skin, the layer that wrapped him in place resisted the arrow like it was from steel. The golem hoisted the massive falchion up his shoulder and paused. He observed Lucien, his crooked eye twitching in frantic succession.
Wilma
The elf raised his blade and assumed his stance again. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. If Psyche was sensitive to energetic shifts in the air, she would definitely sense the chill gleaming off of him.
"See?" The intruder announced to Kol, grinning in excitement. "I told you something was off about him." The monster clenched his fist and jerked his head to the side, inspecting the transformation carefully.
The vampire's body began emitting a black radiance, one which manifested more of the flames the oni had seen before. No longer were they as thin - they burned much thicker instead. A tinge of violet engulfed them, emitting more of the lavender aroma his body possessed. He opened his eyes - they flared in the same nuance. *"Mal Stance - Curved Fang."* Suddenly, the flames burst into an enlarged inferno.

Lucien charged forth, forcing his opponent into a guard. The former began a horizontal swing, his aura absorbing the curved blade he wielded. It whistled violently upon piercing the winds, alerting the monster. Kol, in response, cleaved his own steel into the other. A sudden twist pushed the odachi out of the falchion's way, only to return with a powerful bash into its side. Kol stumbled back as his hand was forced above his head. The energy surging from Lucien's sword finally materialized. A spiked mace head was conjured on the tip of his blade, one which traveled towards the giant's ribs. It pummeled his side with a deafening bash. Kol's side curled up in response, the brute crying out in pain. He screamed in pure rage and charged the smaller opponent with the intention to tackle him.
Albert
The stranger in the distance arched his brows. He shook his head and commented. "This might get out of hand very soon..." He connected his scrawny hands together and began muttering an odd chant. His whispers rang were quietly, mute to the two who exchanged blows not so far ahead. Oddly, however, Psyche could hear them - as if he sang them in her ear. She did not understand the words, as they were spoken in a foreign language. They *Sounded* Familiar despite that. Perhaps her slowly developing partner would develop an unnatural reaction to this. Soon enough the incantation overwhelmed her ears, the noise of the battle near her barely audible. A faint breeze surrounded the figure, his coat and brim dancing in a tide-like motion.
Heather
She waited patiently and ever so slowly drew the arrow from her side out, allowing the healing to happen as she did so. She tilted her head, more interested it seemed in the reaction of the creature than she is in her own healing. It seemed as if the electrical discharge hit but the shot itself hadn't done much. Likewise, it didn't seem to care much about the elemental aspect.

She grimaced faintly, but had few choices really in this situation. She could more smell the shift than feel it, pale eyes both 'present' and not as she seemed to have split her focus again between her mortal eyes and those above them. It helped having an extra head to process everything, but only just. Reaching up she pulled herself up to mount the steed, hearing the fight and seeing it in snapshots behind her eyes. 

Blink, and the elf seemed to pull in light and release shadows to her 'eyes', growing into a physical form as thick flames erupt. Blink, and blue, purple joins it as their eyes open and while she can't fully understand his words she can see him speak and see the flames suddenly erupt as if they had hit their limit of holding. A streak of dark and shadow rather than light to her senses. A sword swallowing fire. A flash and a scream of pain and rage that caused Psyche to slide an arrow back into place.

She tapped her heels lightly into Roy's sides to urge movement as she heard words. Not too quickly but not too slow either as she skirted the edges of the fight, staring ahead with a blank expression as she uses the other eyes for her own positioning; A top down view, one following her for clear through path, and as she comes up closer to the side of the stranger she hears words. Psyche does not know them, but she recognizes them in the same way she does the stranger. She does not. It does. Sweat forms on her skin and face. Pain begins to increase in her back and shoulders. 

*Something* Visibly pushes out from her back, restrained by Psyche's own biology, but it doesn't *Stop*. It moves, visibly, down her shoulders, her arms, and hands as if something is struggling to leave her skin with or without her assistance. Beads of sweat-like blood spring over the backs of her hands. It raises her hands as electricity sparks one more time, Psyche not looking towards the stranger yet the line up is perfect. It lets the sparking, spitting arrow go and yet, at the last second, it 'corrects'. Anticipating a shift perhaps in the stranger's own movement, an attempt to avoid the arrow. If he does not move, it will strike slightly left to center mass. If he does, it will hit dead on.

"**This will be uncomfortable.**"

It's not apologetic, simply making a statement as Psyche now drives the horse to move faster for cover, for potential retaliation. Despite herself, she vomits, more from a deep, cold fear than pain.