<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div><br/>Baudhiel reels back a step, keeping her balance and shifting her boots on the floor smoothly as she avoids the strike-- as much due to her own speed as the pain her assailant is suffering.  She feels Piro closing in, and-- knowing better than to get between a warrior's blade and his enemy-- she gives a wide berth as she steps back from the charging demon.  Her lips form the words of a simple spell-- one that she can summon almost at will-- and she refocuses her efforts to release the energy from the source beyond this dire plane's grasp.<br/><br/>"Nar mor tir--" she utters, her voice echoing with something more than the slender girl's frame should be able to produce, a chorus of voices, both resonant and childlike in tandem, speaking through her mouth and throat.  She twists her arms behind her back, a writhing thrash of involuntary violence, before swinging her open hands overhand and down to level her outstretched fingers at the enemy, releasing three simultaneous bolts of light that twist away from her body like dancing faeries, then dart in-- their glow disappearing in a thrumming flash on the assailing beast's form.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving with combat casting, concentration to cast magic missile (level 6 caster, so 3 missiles, at a whopping 1d4+1 each... oooooh</div></div>