The lightning arcing off one of the wisps fires toward Hope, who blocks it with her shield before returning the favor with a piercing strike that the wisp floats over, avoiding harm.

Anna reaches out with her staff, the orb atop it glowing with a deep golden hue as she removes a petrified newt's eye from her pouch. "Just hold still and we'll make this quick!" A tendril of light emerges from the orb, latching onto the wisp attacking Hope before a blast of energy erupts outward, missing the spirit by inches.

Tyrion moves away from the group, aiming at the wisp currently being harassed by two of his companions and firing a bolt. It tears through the wisp's form, temporarily dispersing a piece of it before the light reforms.

Another wisp lets loose its lightning on Amadeo. Hope swings her blade on reflex, managing to counter most of the shock, though a small strand catches Amadeo, the blue glow that surrounds him diminishing a bit. In retaliation, the wizard claps his hands together, a thunderous boom echoing around and hitting his attacker and the other sphere in front of him, sending them flying backward. One of them returns to Amadeo, striking out at him, though the wizard dodges the strike this time.

The fourth of the orbs reaches out its shocking attack in Anna's direction, but the elf sees it coming a mile away and dodges aside with ease.

The wisp attacking Hope charges another bolt, extracting a cry of pain from the devilkin, who swings her blade in an overhead arc, the sword cutting through the wisp's airy form. It begins to dissipate, but maintains itself soon after.

Anna extends the staff, the orb erupting with another burst of energy that again misses Hope's assailant as Tyrion lines up another shot that pierces the creature. Its form begins to shiver and shake as it struggles to keep itself literally pulled together. "Come on now, this is ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! This is ridiculous!" Cries one of the wisps as it floats toward Amadeo, firing another charge of lightning with a giggle. The wizard clenches his teeth as the glow around him fades, his fingers twitching from the shock. In response, he grips a strip of leather, passing it over his face as an ethereal armor covers his form along with the return of that blue glow. "I'm useless in this fight." He grumbles.

The second of Amadeo's harassers moves beyond him to behind Hope, inacting a shock on her that Hope blocks effortlessly with her shield simply by adjusting her stance. "You're doing fine, just keep it up!"

The third of the wisps zaps at Anna again, who shrieks and shudders from the strike. "Gods, that's just not cool!"

Hope's front assailant cackles "Not cool! Not cool!" as it sends a jolt again. Hope raises her shield and deflects it away before striking again, the wisp still managing to maneuver around the sweeping attack. "Not cool! Not cool!" It giggles as Hope glares. "Oh, come on!"

Anna's hands light up with a soft glow, numbing the pain somewhat as she pops her canteen open. Pouring some water into a cup, she swirls her staff around it, the water blasting out and covering Anna in a thin armor of ice. "I think running's on the menu, yeah?"

Tyrion fires another shot off, another chunk of the wisp's form dissipating, this time for good as it continues trying to hold its form. "On-On the menu!" It stutters.

Amadeo's attacker sends another blast of lightning his way. "Oh crap!" The wizard shouts, reactively holding a hand out and flinching as a sphere of swirling energy surrounds him, pushing the lightning aside. His blue glow brightens as he does so.

"I'm with Anna. We're no match for these things!" He swings his staff wide, missing the wisp completely. The attacker to his side sends another shock at him, which Hope deflects with her blade back to the wisp, who seems unaffected by its own lightning.

The third wisp charges its bolt and lets loose, Anna trying to dodge aside too late and getting a powerful shock that sends her crumbling to the ground with a gasp. The wisp gets a blast of that spectral ice for his trouble, giggling all the while.

Amadeo turns around to see his companion splayed out on the ground. "Anna?" No response.

"Anna!" comes the cry from Hope and Tyrion. The elf remains still as her attacker looms over her form, a shadowy link forming between the two of them.