Ana parried blows directly beside Lauralana, but the elf woman does not even seem to notice. Her green eyes fixing to the figure on top of the wall. Already her experiance tells her that this is not one of the much-diluted blooded spawn.<br/><br/>As the darkness decends, Lauralana could feel the moon's magic creeping over her like oil on top of water, but she did not waste her reserves in attempting to dispell this unholy darkness. Instead she steps off of the boat, her shield knocking one orc into the waters as she wades through almost calmly.<br/><br/>"It will take more then mere darkness to strike fear into the heart of Elfinkin." Lauralana speaks, already drawing upon the power wtihin her, her silvery hair spinning in the sudden breeze that stirrs the swamp. The breeze grew, leaving nothing untouched until it was the force of a gale. Her hair whips around her face, the blouse tucked so neatly into her leather breeches snaps against her body, and for a moment she allows momentum of the gale to build before a single elven word is uttered and it is as if a great vaccuum sucks the gale towards her only to spew it out directly at the beast on the wall.