Too many limbs and not enough room to work- a lesser mage might become disoriented. But there is no margin of error, here, and Adelaide wields ice with a pinpoint precision- impaling the rage demon, repelling a despair demon with a wall before it can return the element in kind. That she cannot harm quite so well. "Rinot-"

It is all the warning Korrin is given before crackling bands of golden light skitter their way across the ground to her, locking in a circle and flaring bright about her feet. As the light fades- time slows around her, leavening her hastened.