Vuvi and Pip skid to a halt, throwing up a spray of mud and torn grass as they turn to face the shield dome now sealing the baroness inside it, its walls still humming faintly with residual power. Off to the side, Eris still hangs frozen and motionless in mid-air, scythe raised mid-swing, while the battle rages on around her without her.
Syraleth steps out of the dome and the wall of magic seals shut behind her with a faint, glassy ripple. She glances toward the empty horizon one last time and pouts, disappointment written plainly across her face.
"I was really hoping Vexena would finally show her face by now," she says, almost wistful, before the unrequited longing and hunger creep back into her expression, ruby-red eyes flickering with raw power as they turn toward Pip like a drawn blade. "But I can't afford to wait any longer. I'll just have to deal with her when the time comes. Let's finish this."
