One spell buys just enough time for Lyn to prepare. Wisps of dark magic have yet to dissipate when Lyn releases the tension she had been holding back and five arrows sail through the air.
"You will fall by my hand!"
Lyn 3.5/10HP heals +1HP from Prayer Ring. Lyn 4.5/10HP
Lyn 4.5/10HP hits, hits, hits, hits, and barely hits ??? C 4/10HP with Mulagir. Astra Storm activates! (3>0) [Roll: 4 + 4 = 8, 10 + 4 = 14, 3 + 4 = 7, 2 + 4 = 6, 1 + 4 = 5; -1 , -1 , -1, -1, -0.5 = -4.5HP] ??? C 0/10HP
Four arrows pierce the cleric one after the other, stabbing through cloth to the flesh underneath, the fifth just barely managing to graze their the hand peeking out from under their robes. By all means, it's another messy attack, but the lingering magic slows the enemy's movement. They stumble back one step, then two, before falling to the ground.
But this result is not without its cost.
The legendary bow's string snaps under the strain of shooting five arrows at once, frayed sinew hanging limp and ineffective. Hanon's bow, once used to slay dragons, is now spent from the task of taking down a single cleric. Without a bowstring, Mulagir is little more than a gilded decoration in her hands; beautiful, but useless.
Lyn begins to limp back towards the other two, but with a violent gasp of air, the cleric convulses. Even embedded with four arrows, they still cling ferociously to life. Although they wince and gasp with even the smallest of movements, they still struggle to their feet, fists raised defensively. They do not make an effort to speak, not when the action would flood their punctured lungs, but it is abundantly clear by now what they would say if they could speak.
The blood that they choke on and the blood that had already been spilled; hadn't that been what they sought this whole time?
Miracle activates! ??? C 0.5/10HP
There is no string left to notch one final arrow and the sword at her waist must be on its last legs as well. She had exhausted almost all of her options and still it hadn't been enough to end this battle. Her entire body aches, rebels against her for continuing to push past what it can reasonably heal back.
The iron taste in her mouth has become so overwhelming that it is almost nauseating now.
Not all is over, though. Even after Lyn and the small mage had made their final stands, there is still one more person here. One more person with the power to finally, truly end this.
She shouts to him: "Diamant, it's up to you now!"