Corrine is very tired of being here now. There's still a stiffness and a soreness, and a jabbing pain off somewhere she can't specifically identify but she'll worry about it later. He's calling her. "No more waiting. Let's rustle 'em up, Travis."
She moves back to the opposing swarm, laying holy energy fire to cut into their lines and advance, her sword out for anything that comes too close. She waits until enough are before her that she can lock eyes quickly with a number of them in the seconds it takes her to incant. Her voice is loud but steady, entrancing, almost drowsy... willing them against their brethren... turning their rage on those next to them...
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Date: 2007-04-03 03:10 am (UTC)She moves back to the opposing swarm, laying holy energy fire to cut into their lines and advance, her sword out for anything that comes too close. She waits until enough are before her that she can lock eyes quickly with a number of them in the seconds it takes her to incant. Her voice is loud but steady, entrancing, almost drowsy... willing them against their brethren... turning their rage on those next to them...