<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert, Cern<br/><hr/>Mags is both afraid of and enamored with the Satyr when he speaks to her-- she nods, backs away like a shy animal, then turns her attention to the air elemental.  A distraction-- she remembers focusing her mind earlier, drawing on an intangible that she<i>could</i>use her will to push back the darkness.  That raises the question... what else can she do?<br/><br/>With some distance between them, she will step out into the open-- fully aware of the danger of the storm winds, she readies herself to dive for cover.  She sets her feet and digs into the soil with the soles of her boots, ready to spring, and -- if she can, she will focus her mind on assailing the strange titan.  Pushing it, disrupting it, perhaps?  She imagines those lines of force she was able to direct wrapping around this column of air in its gargantuan shape and twisting it.  Failing that, she will try to imagine the loose debris-- pallets, coils of fence, loose branches or spare railroad ties-- hurling in its direction.<br/><br/>Finally, if all that fails, she will simply scream at it, jump up and down waving her arms-- and, if it notices her, she will run like hell.