Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140222034750

Anwen was having trouble not leaping away from Torene and joining the fray, but she retained enough control to know that she was needed here. The witch was working on something and was entirely defenseless except for her Dragonskin, which had begun to weaken--for Makoru's son was conjuring as well. Anwen had to make sure she was safe.

Leech...Leech Energy...Energy Leech...Torene felt the thoughts enter her mind. Of course!  An old spell, aeons old, dating back to the time of the first era, from Daggerfall. She remembered it vaguely from an ancient tome she had studied. She began to chant, faltering at first, then stronger as the connection with the child became more clear, in old words not heard for ages. Streams of energy began to be drawn, not from her, but from the shield itself, into her. She felt her power growing as she drew upon the shield. It began to flicker as the power left it and entered Torene. It was no where near weak enough, but the process was beginning.