[ A few of the soldiers keep coming for Lord Light, their own blades brandished, their spells sizzling in the air. One rushes him in particular, shouting a battlecry as he directs a sparkling whip of lightning in LL's direction.
Adra makes a gesture, and this whip falls harmlessly against a well-placed anti-magic barrier that pops up between LL and the soldier. But, in doing that, Adra's left himself open--and a spell from the soldiers that broke off to come for him strikes at his shoulder, opening a livid, bleeding wound.
He grabs his shoulder, crying out, but does not fall; another gesture and he's erected a barrier around himself, as well. But Noir has spells and swords, and Adra's magic can only protect against one at a time. He crosses his rapier with a Noir soldier, but the soldier easily turns him aside. Adra dodges, barely; the next strike grazes his side, shredding his uniform and slicing into his skin.
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Adra makes a gesture, and this whip falls harmlessly against a well-placed anti-magic barrier that pops up between LL and the soldier. But, in doing that, Adra's left himself open--and a spell from the soldiers that broke off to come for him strikes at his shoulder, opening a livid, bleeding wound.
He grabs his shoulder, crying out, but does not fall; another gesture and he's erected a barrier around himself, as well. But Noir has spells and swords, and Adra's magic can only protect against one at a time. He crosses his rapier with a Noir soldier, but the soldier easily turns him aside. Adra dodges, barely; the next strike grazes his side, shredding his uniform and slicing into his skin.
Not good. ]