The thud of an arrow and the sight that greets her when she snaps to look towards there attackers makes a tension roll up her back and across her shoulders. Dalish. Always, unavoidably the Dalish, and she has reached for her spirit blade with no hesitation, the blade of light called into life with strange shimmer that cuts through the air. She wields her staff in her left hand and the blade in her right; there is a snap of energy as the blade deflects an arrow shot to strike her, and Herian moves towards the Dalish. Intercept, keep the party safe. These were things she could do.
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The thud of an arrow and the sight that greets her when she snaps to look towards there attackers makes a tension roll up her back and across her shoulders. Dalish. Always, unavoidably the Dalish, and she has reached for her spirit blade with no hesitation, the blade of light called into life with strange shimmer that cuts through the air. She wields her staff in her left hand and the blade in her right; there is a snap of energy as the blade deflects an arrow shot to strike her, and Herian moves towards the Dalish. Intercept, keep the party safe. These were things she could do.