Being pushed isn't something Merrill was expecting, and there's a shriek of surprise -- luckily, the elf is quick on her feet, and she manages to not sprawl face-forward in the grass. Instead she staggers and turns, half bent, one hand on the ground. Avery against three warriors still doesn't look like good odds, even if she's used to it.

The Venatori want to play with Entropy magic? Merrill is more than willing to throw it right back, an ominous Death Cloud spilling from her staff and her hands to cover the area.