<hr/>Ayanah Tasmi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1317147)<br/>AC  14;  HP 5/10<br/>Action:  Cast Defensively: Burning Hands;  2/4 lv. 1 spells left;  Used Potent Magic Exploit:  3/4 arcane pool<br/>Concentration Check: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107174)<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/><hr/><br/>No sooner does Ayanah get up her shield does a blade pierce through it and swipe a rather nasty cut across her shoulder.   The pain is dizzying for only a brief moment but it serves to make the black-haired Arcanist a fair stretch less concerned about the people in her way or the inn itself for that matter.   Glaring with death, she holds out her palm straight for the hobgoblin's face and starts to mutter arcane.   Her hand crackles for a moment with raw power but the hobgoblin is already taking another swing.   With her life flashing before her eyes, Ayanah stops her arcane mutterings in favor of a terrified gasp as she ducks out of the way of the blade and practically throws herself into the wall.   She lifts her hand up again, only to find the sparks on her fingertips crackling and fizzling in the air.<br/><br/>"D-damn it! NO!"  She gasps out, unable to shift through the crowd or even past her sister without risking getting cut again.