"Damn them!" Calia yells, watching Maniakh and Malthus disappear into darkness. Her voice is rougher now, and louder, no longer mimicking, mocking, pretending. "Myr, get out of there now!" She runs forward and grabs her shield up. It feels like a lead weight on her arm, but with a zombie dragon thing lurking in the darkness, she'd cope with the extra weight. The very idea of Maniakh managing to call up any dragonkin was sickening. Calia resolves not to think of that. "Follow the sound of my voice!" Myr better be able to hear that. Her throat was beginning to get sore.

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Move action: Move forward
Standard action: Grab and put on my shield (if I can't do both, just grab it up for now) to get AC back up. Calia drops to a medium load.

Myr's within fast healing 2 range. Hopefully he doesn't die.