Timing was the trick. It always was when you lined up a shot into melee -- sometimes it was like melee fighters didn't realize the challenges of being a blastercaster.<br/><br/>As the elf swept her black-painted fingertips in rounded shapes, chanting the draconic words of power that created her spell, she watched the movements of the cleric and those fighting him. The way they twitched before an attack, the small openings that they left that wouldn't necessarily be seen in the thick of things. And... there it was. An arm reached back for a sword blow, and he was wide open to Aya's Orb of Force.<br/><br/>She flicked her wrist forward, a similar motion to the one she used when attacking with her chains. This time, however, what appeared to be a small glass sphere went hurtling towards the dark cleric wearing Elta's defiled armor. And with Orbs of Force, Aya never missed. Unless the priest had some form of shield, he'd soon be in for a world of agony.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>