Malak rolls to their feet, drawing Sevrance's blade up the wizard's side as they come to their feet. She recoils in pain, but doesn't cry out or stop her spell and a moment later Malak's otherwise invisible skin sparkles and glitters. Well, fuck. Guess this is it. They slice at the wizard again, hoping to take at least one more with them into the abyss, diving forward to avoid the spells of the other casters behind them--icy cold blossoms on their left side, a tugging sensation--
Well, now. What's this?