Round 4

Jeane's wings snap wide instinctively as the undead abomination charges through the widening crack in the gate, her demonic nature screaming at her to flee even as her human will fights to maintain control. The creature's speed is alarming—it covers ground far faster than its size should allow—and those pulsing green veins make her suspect some kind of magical amplification at work. No time for finesse now; they need a barrier up between themselves and that thing immediately. "Everyone back!" She shouts, already channeling arcane energy into a spell formation, the sigils glowing with crackling azure light as she begins weaving a defensive ward.