Ny-Hor might still be managing to maintain his protective cocoon all around himself, but currently, he should be in no state to force move around effectively, so Ir'Houwl manifested red sand behind and to the sides of the living, forming dense walls that would take him some time to get through as she rushed him down directly from the front, scimitars already baring down at him.
The bandaged man's eye shone with a pale glint, one of his hands, palm against the ground rose up, pulling a sphere watchful vapour out of the sand alongside its motion, the ball was about as wide as a human's head, and even without the proficiency in the energy, the minor lord could tell that this thing was incredibly dense and pressurised.
