Joss seemed to swell in stature as the combat intensified, his low chanting taking on a ghostly canter that made it sound as if tortured souls sang along with his incantation.  He observed the Succubus' shift to a more likely form but only out of the corner of an eye, focusing on the battlefield below even as a fireball explodes over head and sends the forested area to crackling and popping, embers burning pale cheeks flushed.  Nothing seemed to affect his concentration at all, in fact, even the arrow that slams into Nakinna's chest or the arrival of the ghostly figure beyond the grave as he roars out the final syllables of power for his spell.<br/><br/>The chill in the bones can be felt by everyone nearby as he reached deeply into his grim arts, and with one powerful motion, slams both hands into the ground.  Though it lacked the explosive climax of a wizard's touch, as the earth remained undisturbed by the slap, that did not mean that it has no effect at all.  Through the connection on the ground, all living creatures caught in the linear line would find their strength and agility drained as the heavy pallor set about them, stealing vigor and life away.<br/><br/>(Waves of Exhaustion, No Save-- Spell Resistance Applicable.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>