Toria was rather worried for Cecily, the warrior woman had yet to reappear from the ravine from which she and her steed had plummeted. Hopefully she had managed to free herself from the beast and hadn't been washed away by the river's current. While rescue was necessary should she not reappear, if she<em>did</em>manage to clamber out, she would be a ripe target for the caster who had originally fired upon the bridge.<br/><br/>Then an eagle hit her and Kelsie with lightning.<br/>{Rolled 20 for the save, forgot to add 11 to it on the dicebot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=22237)}<br/><br/>Though it might not affect her allies beyond her sightin the sudden onslaught of sleet, the raven-haired Calamshite would still require the protection she had learned to draw from her favored spell.<br/>"Affrettando," she called as her broom began its movement towards her avian foe, reasoning that the less offensive casting birds were out of<em>her</em>skies and attacking herself and her allies the better. It would, of course, also move her closer to Cecily. Slower than she would have liked, but at least going in the right direction. Almost to her target, Toria drew her blade from its scabbard as the hexagon rings from her spell bound her wrists and ankles, rapier now an extension of her left arm, held straight and perpendicular to the broomstick.<br/><br/>'This shall certaintly make it more difficult to cast spells,' the witch thought as her thighs tightened round the thick shaft of the broomstick, the grip of her right hand never leaving its smooth, wooden length.<br/>A split second before her form came upon the vile avian, Toria's rigid hexagon structures ruptured and erupted, their shards  maintaining their original positions, a venomous looking purple mist flowing from their wounds, seemingly staining the woman's flowing hair an incredibly dark shade of the colour.<br/><br/>A trick she had learned over the years, a way to burn through arcane energy to aid her swordarm. Such things came much more easily to other casters of course, Toria could never really figure it out, simple spells though they were, never really gelled with her mind. This, this arcane strike this... Violet violence was simply the best she could do. Mere inches from the eagle, Toria's eyes stained purple, while the mist which poured from the former visual effect of her Haste spell now flowing over her blade, swinging it as she passes in an attempt to hit it.<br/><br/>{ TLDR: I try to hit the birdie with me pointy stick.<br/>20 to hit AC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=22234), if so 8 for swording (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=22235), 8 for Arcane Strike (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=22236) (Not very impressive)<br/><br/>{ Free: cast Haste }<br/>{ Free: Arcane Strike feat used, level 4 slot. +4 to hit, +4d4 damage per attack for one round }<br/>{ Move: Draw rapier }<br/>{ Standard: Attempt to hit bird }<br/><br/>{ if broom still uses its own movement instead of Toria's, of course, ending in the square north of and adjacent to the eagle }