<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div>She would let Phelypsis go ahead.  After all, she was beefy enough  to take a few arrows, right?  Meanwhile, Sydney could cast her spells safely from a distance.  Yula, however, needed to study the scene further.  She felt an awful feeling in her gut, one that told her something wasn't quite what it appeared to be, and as she got a decent view of the camp, she found out just what it was  The runner in the back, the scrawny-looking one, he was weaving a spell, and not just any puny magic.  No, he was going to trap them all in this place the moment they entered the chasm!  Of course, this was all assuming he finished his spell.  Then there was Feruk, and all the signs he showed of despising the magic the runner was casting.  Why, then, would he ally himself with such<em>dangerous</em>magic in the first place?<br/><br/>No, this was all just... "A trap!"  She hissed, making a motion to tell the others, right when the chaos began.  The Andra, that demon, slipped on a crack that caused her to go sliding down into the dunes, and straight into a secure net, making quick work of the woman as she was incapacitated.  Just like that, she was as harmless as an infant.  At least Sydney was able to cast her spells, as she blasted the approaching male with some manner of projectile spe-And down she went, as well, failing to offer a proper taunt.  Instead, she had to watch the painful failure of the woman.  So quickly, the tides had turned, and it was up to the kitsune to do<em>something</em>, and quickly.  Phelypsis was being removed from the battle, and the mage was in danger of getting molested.  Out of the two...<em>Shit.</em>She silently apologized, charging down the hill past the large man on top of the mage.  Surely, she'd forgive Yula for leaving her second?  With her speed and the angle of her descent, Yula was approaching the dargent, making a disgusted groan at the sight of the man trying to take advantage of the demon.  Surely, if he managed to get away with her, nothing good would come of it.  Snarling with anger, the fox-woman pulled at the dargent's shadow, linking it to herself as she began to shape it into something<em>else</em>, a pitch black arm, disconnected from Yula's own body.  Wasting no time, the arm tore Phel away from her assaulter, immediately yanking her back to Yula.  "Up there!  Sydney's in trouble, she needs your help!  They're going to trap us in the chasm,<em>warn</em>her and get<strong>out</strong>!"  She yelled, concentrating on the arm and using whatever concentration she could muster to fling the Andra as close to the top of the hill as she could, where she might not be in danger.<br/><br/>Yula remained where she was, locking eyes with the outrider from her position, blade drawn.  Your leader thought there was only one witch here, didn't he? Face<em>me</em>, and see what I can offer you fools!"  She boasted, doing whatever she could to to keep his attention on her.  "Come on, then!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC/Rolls/omfg why</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Manifestation of Dark, Dark Hands:  At 2017-04-17 20:13:30, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102362)  Hand/arm has 7 HP and deals d8 damage<br/><br/>INT check to grab and throw Phelypsis:  At 2017-04-17 20:14:41, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102364)<br/><br/>Dance of Blades (if applicable here):  At 2017-04-17 21:40:01, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102374)  She's going to use her charge to disengage an enemy from melee range when applicable (the dargent or a second outrider, if they join the fight?) </div></div>