[ She leaps through the fire which is startling enough in itself, but Marcus is not completely unprepared. Just a flash of surprise, showing the white around blue eyes and little else changing about his expression, but tension lashes swiftly through his posture as he brings up the bladed end of his staff.
It rings against her weapon of choice, a move clearly design to steer aside bladed weapons flying at him. For a moment, he regrets not wearing armor, actually, but less out of fear so much as a deeply threaded impulse that urges him to fight harder.
His next move is not an attack, but a sweep of an empty hand, and blue-green light flashes off his form in a pulse of protective energy. ]
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It rings against her weapon of choice, a move clearly design to steer aside bladed weapons flying at him. For a moment, he regrets not wearing armor, actually, but less out of fear so much as a deeply threaded impulse that urges him to fight harder.
His next move is not an attack, but a sweep of an empty hand, and blue-green light flashes off his form in a pulse of protective energy. ]