Aryn decided right there on the marble that no matter how long it took to master, she would learn to fly. Assuming of course, that she lived. Which, given the speed of the man running with the flail, was not a given. Aryn began to cast her spell. She surrounded her hands in power and flung it outward, this time aiming for the knight instead of the goblin. She spat the chant forth as fast as she could. If this was to work, it had to work now.<br/><br/>OOC: Tasha's Hideous Laughter.