<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Life. Though not of the kind that the elf of the Elder Light expected. It was foul, and not of nature's fair creatures. Veliya's elven eyes narrowed, and her features sharpened. She was not so foolish to wait and see if this <em>thing</em> was foe or not. Instead, her focus turned once more to her chanting, as she channeled magic into her free hand. <br/><br/>"Winds of the living air. Sharper than any blade, tear flesh asunder." A small flurry of green-tinted air swirled in her palm in response to her incantation. With a sudden jerk of her hand, she released the wind towards the creature. These blades of wind could slice human skin, were it not protected by armour, and could most certainly cut through whatever fluid that <em>thing</em> was made of. </span>