Ana immediately rolls to her side as Tristan's weight was removed from her, curling and scooting away from the still-sane pair as she rocks mindlessly humming a soothing melody to herself.<br/><br/>Lauralana gasps and groans, forcing herself to her knees, blood trickling down her chin from her ragged lip, and seeping from beneath her palms. The drain fo magic from the rings had prevented her magic from refilling properly, but she could feel the churn of rich power rushing back in to fill the void that the rings had left.<br/><br/>She could have healed herself, stopped the bleeding but this was not the time to do so, she had more important things to do, and she begins to twist the sparse energy within her, preparing to create a portal once more.<br/><br/>The door bursting open startles her, breaks her concentration and instead of using the energy twisted to her will for a portal, she was forced to throw the energy outwards, towards the incoming orc and spawn.