Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200421014543

He saw it. A jump of lightning. Galvanized thunder leaping between antlers. It lifeless intent focused straight at the trio, a wounded spotted amidst them. They likely knew it was aiming at them. Obviously, they couldn't really afford a strong evasion, judging by the bandaging.

Finally, only now does the man dare unsheath his mace, a work of black elegance, shaped in the form of a heavy hand encased in four reinforced bludgeoning metal. Its dark luster hums in gray illuminosity, the sign of his blessed spell taking hold.

His free hand rises in the direction of the trio, his muffle voice casting hymn of protection "Let not their claws and arcane scar the bed-ridden. I bring your Sheltering Hand over the defenseless".

His hand glimmers briefly, sending forth a wreath of magic on the ground, tunneling over to the trio. As the lightning neared them, a gray, docile dome erupted between them and the galvaniating leap, taking the whole of the electrifying touch. So long as he channels this might, the dome shall remain to the best of his ability.