|Atium of Varg|
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Atium finishes swinging down on the Reaver. Somehow- with lots of help from his teammates- besting this terror. He saw, out of the corner of his eyes blooming flowers of fire. He's seem some of this "fire work" from Vanyan. That ball of fire was larger and different.
Thankfully, Atium's focus was all on the Reaver.
With the Reaver done, Atium spins and moves toward the enemy hidden between the pews roughly 70 feet away. As he advances, the enemy and what she looks like comes into focus.
Clarity stops him cold.
The look of the Wight, The dress of the Wight, the quasi-real mage hand, and the balls of fire.
The rage bubbling in his blood stops cold, the fatigue he always feels comes rushing in and is pushed into corners of his "emotional ID" by pure terror.
THAT'S A MAGE! EVERYONE RUN! THE MAGE IS GOING TO DESTROY THE CHAPEL! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!!!
He turns on his heels and goes to the double-doors. Attempting to fling them open to escape.
Move towards pews. See his worst nightmare. Flee from pews- putting away warhammer and grabbing doors by their handles.