Random Encounter

Well, as the elf warrior quite gruesomely demonstrated, that was exactly what Pania was waiting for. She was angry, really angry, but not blinded by it as of the moment. Rushing out was just clearly an act of suicide.

A swirling mist of sea-green psionic energy was gathering around Pania now, swirling in unpredictable patters with her at the centre, eyes aglow. That anger threatened to overflow but she pulled it back in, and this when she let it out again it was directed. Her hands came together and her arms pushed outwards, sending a projectile of concentrated force flying through the air out the door towards the fiery figure. Let's see how well he could take (or dodge) a hit.