"Perhaps, perhaps, but quite useful nonetheless" Sefariel replied to nobody in particular while getting down to business.
Sefariel's mind, and body, sprang into action at a quite celeritous pace, his hand darting about to touch his compatriots as he muttered a strange incantation. But a second later, the small buckler on his arm flashed briefly with a glowing light which quickly faded to a faint glow.
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Casting: communal protection from evil on anyone in the party I can reach, including myself
Quickened casting: Ward Shield
Move: 30' to the side, away from the immediate line of fire.