Arokleth whirled as the flickering light adjusted behind her, creating a barrier with her free hand to stop the flames, though the force and intensity of the attack pushed her several feet back. "My, how painful..." she remarked, glancing at her burnt arm. The sleeve of her dress had been seared away by the flames, and the flesh underneath was burned quite badly. Still, the serious burn didn't appear to be hindering her as much as it should. She picked up her parasol in her other hand, the globules of darkness still collecting on it, and fired a stream of chaotic energy at Erica in retaliation.