Elf Queen's Last Stand

Nee stepped forward flourishing out the cape she wore to intercept the wall of flame, creating a clear swathe that protected both herself and Ara.  When the wall of flames finally ended her cloak was smoldering and crumbling to ash in her hand.  Undoing the broach that held it in place she dropped the ruined artifact before appraising the aftermath of the flame attack.  Those belonging to the Moon clan looked the worst off, their fur singed off while much of their flesh was blackened.  But in turn, they were healing rapidly. The wounds vanishing at an astounding rate making it hard to tell they'd been damaged at all.  Behind them the Grey Mountain Clan weathered the flames that slipped past the werewolves decently, their rock hard skin providing them protection against the flames.  In the very back, the heavy infantry, between their thick armor and large shields, escaped relatively unscathed.