Closing her eyes, Beatrix sank to her knees and started drawing a circle. Half way through the inscription, she froze. This isn't right. It's supposed to be neater. Shaking her head, she completed the circle.
Borim watched her, arching a brow at the sloppiness of the circle. He had watched her make summoning circles for three years, and never had she been so inattentive to the design. In his experience, even the most chaotic spirits needed the order that neatness provided. What are you doing, little one? He wondered.
The redhead started with the inscription inside the cirlce, then froze as the sigils started to dance in front of her. This isn't a local spirit. It's a...... She started shaking as her hand moved of it's own accord and continued to draw the discordant symbols. I can't stop myself.
Borim, Eva, and Larena glanced at each other, unconsciously communicating amongst themselves. They had all noticed the signs of possession: the rapid breathing, the flush, the shaking. Very carefully, so as not to disrupt her, they moved to equal distances from her, forming a triangle with her in the center. As each started creating their own perfectly symmetrical circle, they started trying to reinforce her summoning.
Patryg, Garan, and Samael noticed the additional warding and moved to encompass the four shroud knights. Once in place, diametrically opposed to the casters, they drew their swords and planted them blade down in the ground, the sword guards forming a spiritual barrier through sheer faith alone.
For his part, Jaymes knew instinctively where to go, and very carefully moving through the wards, he moved to a space directly in front of Beatrix and knelt, his pose mirroring hers, and then started to meditate, as he extended his prana and strengthened her spirit. In response, she looked up gratefully, even as her hands finished the sigils.
Oh no, now what? She wondered as she erased part of the circle, and drew an exaggerated oval. She tensed up and she would have passed out, had it not been for Jaymes' calming influence. * This isn't a local spirit...this is something more powerful. Oh, please, don't let it kill my family.* She prayed to the creative spirits.
Having finished his wards, Gorim was watching with interest as she erased part of the circle and formed an extended oval. That's not normal. Then as the short hairs stood up on the back of his neck, he drew in a deep breath. Damn, this isn't good.
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