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Analysis Of The Book ' 29 ' Battle '

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29 – Battle

Edoma had broken at least a few ribs, and might have even punctured a lung. If she could get free to paint a ward, then she might be able to heal herself, but time was quickly running out. The massive stone pinning her down was slowly crushing her.
She could hear Peoh saying something, but it was all jumbled words in the midst of unbearable pain. Saega still thought Edoma believed in the laws of magic and wouldn’t perform magic without a runestone. But desperation caused her to jettison them. Her trembling fingers drew a ward over the stone across her body. She couldn’t see, so she hoped that that the ward was drawn well enough to throw the stone, rather than increase the force with which it was crushing her.
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She smeared her hands with her blood and then began smearing the wall with it. She drew a ward so that used a similar outer circle to the protection spells, but the three inner circles were copied directly from the bonds. The product was an amalgamation of the two that used the strengths of both. There was a beauty to the synthesis of the two magic, one she didn’t have the time or headspace to truly appreciate. She removed more lifeblood from herself, and staggered. She would die if she used any more without a runestone. Energy crackled around the surface of the ward, and the wall shimmered. The illusory magic dispelled from the wall, revealing a plain window.
She scrambled over to Peoh and inspected the bonds again. There would be no cutting them without a soulblade. The bonds were fastened to a sconce that didn’t look too secure. She hung from it, pulling with all her weight, but the thing didn’t budge.
“Go without me,” Peoh said. “You can come back later.”
Edoma frowned. She appeared to be out of choices. She ventured over to the window and peered down it. The drop was three-stories. At least the room wasn’t at the top of the spire. Still, she would at least break her ankles if not worse from the drop.
A faint roar came from somewhere in the sky. There was no sign of any scynnfol, nor the red mists of rabisu, but she quickly hid from view. Damn her luck. Nothing seemed to be going well for her.
Again, the roar

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