"I already hate this." Raistlin snaps back, and steadies himself as best he's able. One hand grips her armor tightly; the other moves intricate, bone-cracking patterns as he focuses on the thing behind them. Magic flows from him into the syllables etched on his mind. He spits them out like arrows.

"Estivas api!"

A vast wall of illusory flames springs up before the nightrender. It rears back, momentarily unsure, and focused on the new potential threat.

"Go! Now!"