Moraine Damodred (Wheel of Time)
Unlike her companions Moraine felt no need to descend into the mass of miniature Shadowspawn. In fact she was far more useful if she didn't. Up on top of the pile of crates she could se the entire fight, making it far easier to bind the combatants with weaves of air.
She was so engrossed in picking her next targets, starting a new weave as quickly as she could tie off the last one, that she didn't notice the pale haired Shadowspawn until her was almost upon her. Lan would scold her for being so inattentive towards her surroundings.
The vampire smirked as he approached, Moraine backing off as he did so. "Look at you," he said. "All alone. Poor lost little lamb."
She returned the smirk as she stopped backing away, her new weave complete.
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Running out of the warehouse, slapping at the smouldering patches on his clothes as he did so, Spike was almost glad for the return of the Slayer. That noblewoman was scary.
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Buffy ran through a new yet familiar mental exercise. A rosebud opened and she pushed aside the pleasure that followed as she embraced Saidar, focusing on the next step.
A simple weave, fire and air, and a ball of fire bloomed above her hand.
"Cool."