All of them battered, all of them weary- Ciri injured and unconscious, a horror before them and this smug bastard that perverts the very nature of magical academia with his cruelty- vines and blood and chaos. Too much to track with any manner of precision and Ruby still a wolf, still injured, still outside her mind.

To be crass: Shit is fucked.

Adelaide pulls deep, glowing wisps pulled to this point in the already worn thin veil blinking into existence in her palm like a swarm of fireflies. Fingers clench and they coalesce into a single glittering seed. A flick and a twist of will, the seed strikes the ground, a glowing golden flower of wisps and spirit energy blooming for a moment, a dome of glinting golden motes floating through the air. SpellBloom summoned with one hand, Compassion on her back and bubbling in a blue misting froth with the other she slams the but of her staff against the ground, blue light lancing from her to each of her fellows for half a moment.

More wisps in a cool blue flare around her allies, protecting them from damage for a short while. Settled neatly within the Spellbloom's glow she is able to pull once more and flick a glimmering blue Heroic Aura around Korrin- to help her fight harder, strike faster.