[ From the way the malice forms from it's hand, it's clear the blight is preparing another attack. Preparation means scant few seconds in which he can-- and does-- the same. Somnus calls a blade into his hand and thrusts it into the ground, causing an aura of light to erupt around him, and for the briefest of moments, silhouettes of artifacts appear. Just as quickly, they vanish. Now starry, misty light suspends in the air around him, but at this point, the lightblight has already fired its arrow.
If this poison from her world skews the mind towards anger and hate, then it doesn't yet show upon his expression. Against the corrupted, wrath is something he wields well.
The arrows begin their rain.
And two things happen at once. First, a shield forms-- not around him, but around the crystal. Unlike the one before with hexagonal seams, this one's imperfections are smoothed over, thick, but neither solid nor fluid. A right and proper barrier; so long as the king stands, so does the wall. It seems he's assured it will hold against all the projectiles, because the second thing he does is charge at the blight itself, warping through the downpour of arrows to directly engage it in combat. ]
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If this poison from her world skews the mind towards anger and hate, then it doesn't yet show upon his expression. Against the corrupted, wrath is something he wields well.
The arrows begin their rain.
And two things happen at once. First, a shield forms-- not around him, but around the crystal. Unlike the one before with hexagonal seams, this one's imperfections are smoothed over, thick, but neither solid nor fluid. A right and proper barrier; so long as the king stands, so does the wall. It seems he's assured it will hold against all the projectiles, because the second thing he does is charge at the blight itself, warping through the downpour of arrows to directly engage it in combat. ]