Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140223041900

(Torene is no longer on the bridge.)

Torene's sheild flickered in and out of existance as projectiles and magicks assailed her. Her son saw to that. She marveled in the back of her mind at his ability to sense what was coming. She continued to propel herself around the chamber, concerned not so much with inflicting actual damage as to provide a distraction. Every once in a while a spell hit home. This would be a battle of atrition--she only hoped to ensure that the attrition occurred on the correct side. As she flitted about, she hovered briefly over Anwen's still figure and thought she saw movement.