[Well, it's wholly unexpected but of course Tiachren is rushing for his love. book Syrlya looks conflicted between them, a deer in headlights expression on his face, until there's enough sounds of struggle that he rushes to Tiachren's aid.
Syrlya yanks his blade free. As Strange disrupts the ground beneath the Courtier's feet, Syrlya waves his hand and one of those purple clocks appears under their feet, with a print of some winged bug. Whatever it is, it causes the Courtiers to howl in pain, crumpling and falling over each other.]
We will have to fight our way out, to--[Syrlya cuts off as he ducks a fireball whizzing dangerously by his head. At the bottom of the visible ramp is a tall Sylvari, glaringly bright orange with two daggers in hand. Another Elementalist.]
no subject
Syrlya yanks his blade free. As Strange disrupts the ground beneath the Courtier's feet, Syrlya waves his hand and one of those purple clocks appears under their feet, with a print of some winged bug. Whatever it is, it causes the Courtiers to howl in pain, crumpling and falling over each other.]
We will have to fight our way out, to--[Syrlya cuts off as he ducks a fireball whizzing dangerously by his head. At the bottom of the visible ramp is a tall Sylvari, glaringly bright orange with two daggers in hand. Another Elementalist.]