"Seraphim, Untrod Path, mainly melee, and Aetheric constructs."
"Seraphim, Spell Weaver, Space Element, so yeah, I'm a Warp Weaver."
"Seraphim, Spell Weaver, Ice Element, Glacial Weaver."
The duo's moment was over some time ago, and after a bit of banter, they went ahead and introduced themselves to Morgiana.
'You three…'
Now they were stating their abilities and deciding how they would confront the Tyrant.
Emir glanced at Ragnar, a silent understanding passing between them as they faced the swirling darkness.
'Come…'
It coalesced around them, taking the form of an array of dancing shadows.
"Alright, so how do we tackle this?"
Ragnar's voice then cut through the tension as he gestured towards the dark mass.
'Think! Think!'
Emir cracked a grin.
"Well, I say we go for a full-on assault."
'Stupid… stupid ideas…'
