Murdock pivoted on his heel, quickly stepping beside Hadrian to isolate Rayage from the door. Not that he felt particularly dedicated to protect a being that could hop bodies, but there was a certain thrill in discovery he could not ignore, a sort of wild greed that bubbled in his gut. As Hadrian brought the knocker up and down upon the door, the thud of metal on wood echoed in the ruined filth around them. The voice from within hardly sounded sane, more a shadow of its former self. Hand on his blade, the mage tried to ignore the similarities between that hollow muttering and his own break of sanity while tortured in Sunberth.
For the first time in a long while, Murdock called upon a lesser used gift of magic. Remembering the feel of energy, the way his Djed had learned to flow out of him, remain around him. He crafted it into a clumsy barrier. It was weak, thin, tasked only to slow the path of oncoming Djed. It shimmered and broke over his figure; every movement seemed to shatter its fragile construction. Even so, Murdock pushed at it till a thin film of Shield energy crawled over his skin and settled. The drain was dizzying, but at least he was ready with some small manner of defense.
For the first time in a long while, Murdock called upon a lesser used gift of magic. Remembering the feel of energy, the way his Djed had learned to flow out of him, remain around him. He crafted it into a clumsy barrier. It was weak, thin, tasked only to slow the path of oncoming Djed. It shimmered and broke over his figure; every movement seemed to shatter its fragile construction. Even so, Murdock pushed at it till a thin film of Shield energy crawled over his skin and settled. The drain was dizzying, but at least he was ready with some small manner of defense.