“This is a really bad idea,” said Elysia. She held her staff in front of her and backed away from the thugs. Occela was behind her, disoriented. “I don’t know,” said one of the men, “the four of us against the two–”

Elysia snapped at him. “I wasn’t talking to you. I don’t care what you think, if you have any sense of self-preservation about you, you’ll leave now.” She glanced back at Occela, and kept the man closest to her on the edge of her vision. “Occela, are you alright? You look–”

Occela looked at her, bleary-eyed, and blinked in response.

“I’ll take that as a no,” she said.

The closest man threw a punch, and Elysia yielded the ground to him to avoid the attack. “Bad idea,” she said. She invoked Hestia and called forth a glowing orb of fiery energy, reminiscent of the glowing coals of a fire, and lobbed it into the midst of the thugs. The orb exploded, showering the men with tiny, glowing cinders that burrowed into their flesh and burned.

Elysia took another cautious step back and stood ready to ward off another attack. “Occela, move. We need to go now, before the embers burn out. MOVE.” Occela turned and fled. Elysia kept her eye on the thugs as they strained against their wounds to reach her. The embers would slow them up temporarily, but she had no intention of staying.

Once Occela was clear, she hurried to follow. When she caught up with Occela a few minutes later, the other woman still had a confused look in her eyes. “This was a bad idea.”