<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div>"About time you got here!" exasperation and relief mixed in the oracle's voice as he rested atop the same tree upon which he had placed Myrunue. The toll he had taken was unexpected, and he had almost lost his own life in that fight. It was a terrible thing, a reminder of how weak and helpless any one of them was to this lower-rank demon that just happened to be living in some cave somewhere, much less to one of the demon lords whom they hoped one day would be overthrown. "Watch out--it's resistant to most elemental damage, entirely immune to fire, and its tough hide will make most non-holy weapons almost useless. Do whatever you can to stop it from healing!" he shouts, and begins to carve his own spell from the magical energy within.<br/><br/>The magic did not come as swiftly or as easily as it normally did, despite this being only a spell of the first rank. It felt a little thick, almost as though it were molasses rather than water, with a thin sheen of oil atop it that smelled or tasted almost metallic--his own blood? He looked down and saw that smears of it covered his flesh where the creature had bit down, and more. A grunt passed through him and he once more concentrated on the spell. Earlier, to his horror, he had discovered that the creature had an aura that repelled magic. It was no something common to most creatures, but demons... He thought no more on the matter as he shaped a spell ready to punch through the creature's anti-magic aura. Perhaps if he succeeded, they might yet live...<br/><br/>As words of eldritch power came unbidden to his lips, shaping the spell and allowing it to take ethereal form, he looked at Myrunue more closely, and wondered what would need to be done to make a man of the dwarf. The little shit had almost run away! Only through fierce words had the cleric stayed, and even then... well, they could always take care of that later. If they all lived. His eyes turned to Velatha, and he remembered holding her dying form in his hands before pushing the power of his healing into her, transferring his own essence into her to mend her wounds and set broken arteries aright. Gritting his teeth, he vowed his efforts would not be in vain as he concentrated more deeply on the spell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting Sure Casting, next round Heightened Dazing Magic Missile on the demon.</div></div>