Redtail Rise diminuendo

He did have experience. Ashlar had none of his own. When Ursus had attacked the Saints he had left beforehand, having not even had healing skills to offer at the time. A part of him, however small, wished he had stayed. If only to better know what might be coming now.

What's it like? That was a vague question. He thought for a moment, then immediately amended it. Is it overwhelming? Or is it slow? He had tried to imagine, but some fights were chaos and others were more like hunts, facing off and winnowing down an opponent's stamina. If he was going to sing, he'd need the proper tempo.