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In a state of anxiety, you throw the force of your will into the formation of a Shield of Sorcery. Your undisciplined state of mind and the need for haste rather than precision causes you to expend as much as 4 WILLPOWER points.
The air shimmers before you but you have acted wisely and just in time to deflect the volley of quarrels that flies towards you. At last, the Earth Elemental makes his presence known. A ripple, like a single fold moving across the land, emerges beneath the feet of the Shadakine warriors. Then, suddenly, a miniature earthquake erupts beneath their feet scattering those not killed.
‘Urik,’ you say, ‘is there anything you can do about the Eijalfish?’ He gives you a broad grin and produces a small boomerang lined with rows of tiny, razor-sharp teeth. He throws the boomerang at the eye stalks of the Eijalfish. Neatly, it slices an eye before twisting in the air and returning to land at his feet. A slick of green blood discolours the water where the Eijalfish was.
‘Time to go?’ says Urik, still grinning.
