Do you believe in magic? (Role-play)

The tiniest flicker of movement caught Myra's keen eyes. The black cloak was near invisible to her, would be totally invisible to most, but she could barely see the Dark One's outline. Why was she going over there? For a moment, she was looking too hard to notice. And even after she realized what was going on, it took a few moments to stop yelling at herself for her sheer stupidity. To human forms were hidden in the bushes, at the perfect place to attack. But she had lost sight of her former mentor. Now the sorceress could clearly understand why she wasn't able to easily win this. Not able to focus on all the attackers at the same time would be a challenge, and at least three against one held its disadvantages when you were the loner. Especially when one of her opponents was literally the most powerful woman there was. Heart beat quickening, she prepared a ball of fire in her hand, ready to attack, repeating reassuring words in her head.

Ashley had to bite back a sigh of relief when her leg was healed. Finally! She readjusted her bow to point to Myra's knee, in the hope it would bring her down without causing too much damage, or killing her. Those were her orders, don't kill her, right? Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she looked up. Her leader appeared to have been spotted, so naturally, she would be seen next. Her orders were to attack, so she did. She let the string loose, and the arrow whirled through the air. Ashley quickly stood, not wanting to draw attention to herself, and ducked behind the chimney.

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Ooc: so sorry for being so late!

Ic: Alice smiled at her Lord's instruction. Quick as a bullet, her slender, agile fingers reached for one of her gleaming onyx throwing knives. Grabbing one between her index and middle finger, she threw the knife like a dart towards her opponent. It flew rapidly and effortlessly towards its target, the sorceress' hand.

The fire in Myra's hand extinguished instantly when she heard the unmistakable whiz of an arrow firing. Her hand flew at superhuman speed to her knew, catching the arrow less than a moment before it hit her leg. The point dug slightly into her palm, but she ignored it. It was too small to stop her from fighting. At the same moment, a knife soared through the air, shooting at extraordinary speeds where her hand had been less than a moment before. Rage flared inside of her, and her left hand prepared a ball of fire, shooting it towards the figure that had thrown the life. However, she was right handed and very off balance, so the missile missed, just causing the fire of the burning crops to flare. She was only adding to the destruction. Then an idea came to mind. Was it what the Dark One wanted her to do? Probably. But unfortunately, she was too righteous for her own good. Holding up her injured right hand, she whispered a spell under her breath. Instead of flames appearing in her hand, the flames from the crops were drawn away from the tall plants and into her open hand, where she out it out with just a blow. Both her magic and energy drained, she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Though now she was vulnerable for attack, she had saved the Ashdowns and gotten rid of a distraction.

Clara grimaced as she watched Myra catch the arrow and just barely dodge the knife throw. Her enemy may be fast, but they would be faster. She couldn't help but smile at the fire she started, though. "You see that she is weak. Go, make your move now. Get closer while you've got the chance, you'll have a better chance of actually hitting her. Don't make me regret my decisions." She whispered to the two girls. She took a step back, throwing out her arm as if to say 'go ahead, do it.'