"Aisha! I know you can move now, you've been too damn quiet behind your rock!" Keiser hissed, his voice cutting through the howl of wind.
He turned toward her position, where her barrier still held, a ground shell half-swallowed by dust and smoke. Even through the ringing in his ears, he could tell she was still there, crouched low, thinking.
Then, with a sharp exhale, Aisha finally moved. She straightened, her blonde hair whipping in the hot wind, her eyes narrowed into that sharp scowl he'd missed and dreaded in equal measure. The blood on her temple had dried to a dark stain, but new flecks glistened where she'd brushed it away with the back of her hand.
Keiser's gaze dropped, her right hand was slick with fresh blood, dripping down her wrist, the skin torn open as if she'd jabbed something straight through her palm. The once-smooth shield now bristled with jagged spikes.
She must've done it deliberately. Cut herself to counter whatever rune had pinned her in place.
