<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5sdQdJP.jpg)</div><br/>Serylia was startled to wakefulness by the alarm being raised among their little group of survivors. The lesser angel hadn't really felt completely comfortable with serving as an adventurer or being sent out to do reconnaissance for the group, she was really more of a scholar and a researcher than a combatant, and the thought of actually killing something personally was abhorrent to her. But she knew that in order for the rest of the survivors to make it she would have to take up that burden and help to support them as best she could, and unlike many she actually had some skills that could help outside of farming or caring for animals.<br/><br/>She raised herself up to her feet, holding aloft her lantern as it's magic light began to radiate outwards. Her white wings, not strong enough to allow her to truly fly, but enough to allow her to glide or flutter short distances were folded against her back so as to not get in the way. "You say fire can ward them off Aiparrah?" Serylia spoke, glancing at the wild and rather fluffy elf who seemed to know what these creatures were. The angel had never encountered them before herself and she was planning to be careful not to get into an overly risky situation. But at the same time these creatures were steadily getting closer.<br/><br/>The hand not holding aloft her lantern reached out and then as she concentrated, burst into flames. "I can try to strike them with this. But I have to get close in order to do it." She called out to the others, holding up her burning hand and hoping that the flame would keep anything from approaching too closely. At the same time she began to back closer to the fire, trying to keep as far away from the dryads as she could. Her long red dress brushed over the muddy swamp ground, and some of it might still have been within reach of the creepers and vines, but she couldn't get closer to the fire without risking burning herself and she couldn't exactly gather her dress with her hands since one was burning and one was holding aloft her lantern.<br/><br/>The pink haired angel's good eye widened and she glanced around, hoping that one of the others might prove a bit more capable for combat. She didn't want to have to use her flames...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Serylia used her spell Burning Hands to call fire into one of her hands. <br/>Roll(2d6)+1:<br/>5,5,+1<br/>Total:11<br/></div></div>