Aisling's voice drifted to her through the mist, as if from a great distance, though she could still feel her, mere steps ahead in the mist.  The scent of rain and lightning filled the air, threatening...<br/><br/>A moment later she stumbled, going to a knee with a grunt at the impact, pain flaring up her leg as she collapsed the rest of the way onto something... no... someone... she could feel them move, shift beneath her.  The sharp voice, raised, loud in her ears brought her to her feet in one fluid movement.  She brushed the midnight strands of her hair from her face and reached down to pull Aisling out of harms way, a frown flowing across her face as she took in the man who had run into them...<br/><br/>Eibhlin stayed her hand as Aisling helped the man stand, silently moving to stand between them, Aisling half hidden behind her as her eyes took in the man, then their surroundings.  She kept one eye on him as he shifted, the scent of blood telling her that he was injured.  The staff brought her attention fully back to him, her stance shifting, finding her balance as she moved to the balls of her feet, testing the ground momentarily as he spoke... the words didn't register, sounding foreign to her ears as she moved suddenly.<br/><br/>Her right foot kicked out, kicking the bottom of the staff so that it fell from his hand towards her.  She grabbed it with one hand as she turned, sweeping his legs out from under him, sending him back to the ground again as she began to pull what power she could reach, throwing a net of shadows around his body to keep him from being able to move, let alone stand.  She brought the staff down, the tip stopping against his unprotected throat, her deep blue eyes narrowed as she watched him, her entire body tense...