Skeptical eyebrow.

It isn't violent temptations that this person is usually all about providing outlets for, but this doesn't feel finished and it's not like she'll die if he stabs her.

She shifts, subtly spreading her arms in invitation.

"Go. Away."

She was playing the villain but still; is he actually dense enough to still believe Scyelen would feel safer with him than with her?

"Without Scyelen? No."

Safer with him than with the unhinged asshole who kidnapped her? She'd better!

The knife goes in Fouquet's eye, and - Stone Body slows him down, but the gandalfr powers well more than make up for it - he takes advantage of the presumable distraction to get Scyelen off his lap without quite dumping her on the floor and reaches for his quarterstaff.

She doesn't. (The blade pierces Cameron's brain, the knife's hilt hitting her skull with enough force to snap Cameron's head back and send her sailing into the wall. Wooden boards splinter and crack under the impact.)

Scyelen rolls out of Raafi's disappearing lap and takes cover under the shelf.

A part of her wants to revoke her familiar's powers and let him get stomped, he most certainly isn't acting in pursuit of Scyelen's goals right now, but, Cameron told her not to, and it wouldn't be fair anyway.

Brain damage is disorienting, but that's why she has contingencies.

As her back hits the wall, the blade melts into bio-available forms of its component materials. She catches the falling handle, sights with her good eye, and propels it with a burst of magic directly at Raafi's thick head.

He bats it out of the air and closes with Fouquet, striking unhesitatingly with the staff and angling to get between her and the door.

So he wants to keep the fight inside the shack. Where Scyelen is. Of course.

Mist streams from her ruined eyesocket and water collects on her limbs as she flashes backward, dodging by a hair. Fighting on this level, her muscles are useless, she has to move herself with magic alone, at the speed of thought.

She arrests her dodge. Her water echo keeps going. It slams into the already-broken wall and said wall explodes outward behind her, scattering debris into the trees. Sunlight shines into Raafi's face.

Sure he does. He has enough precision to keep from hitting her; if Fouquet doesn't, and doesn't want to risk hurting her, that's to his advantage. And if she turns out not to care, well, he's got healing, and it wouldn't be that hard to throw her through a wall, hopped up on magic as he is.

If that doesn't work it doesn't work, though. He stays on her, attacking again and again with the quarterstaff but not especially blocking her retreat.

She is all about precision. But they're moving fast enough that his attacks are breaking the sound barrier, and when one of his swings hits her water echo, the splash is violent enough to chip wood. She has to go out of her way to stop it from hitting Scyelen, giving Raafi an opening, and the next blow lands, pulps several of her ribs and sends her crashing through another of the shack's walls, compromising the whole structure's integrity.

She crashes into a tree. Unable to stand with only two walls, the roof of the shack starts to crash down on Raafi and a cowering Scyelen.

It's possible that he should have practiced fighting with these powers before trying to use them in the field.

He grabs Scyelen and follows Fouquet out of the hole, dropping her on the first patch of reasonably-soft, reasonably-safe ground he comes to without slowing down and casting something as he closes with Fouquet.

She's hovering, upright, but her legs hang limp (broken spine?). Her wand is in her hand. Invisible power swirls around her as she chants, "L'eau! Ciel! Eaux! Tempête-"

Both spells complete in the same instant.

His spell hits her, settling onto her mind as an odd disorientation that shifts whenever she tries to compensate for it, making it harder to concentrate long enough to do anything very complicated.

Raafi may notice that all his hair is standing up.

Cameron swerves drunkenly and completely fails to dodge Raafi's followup. The blow sends her tumbling into the underbrush like a rag-doll.

Simultaneously...

The sky is dark. Very dark. Dark grey thunderclouds have formed in moments, blotting out the sun. Lightning arcs down charring a circle into the ground around Raafi, forming an instantaneous cage of plasma that lasts just long enough for the massive pillar of water with a dragon's head to spear down from on high.

Raafi may not have the reflexes of someone who got to fifteenth tier by fighting, but he's been in enough fights to get the idea that when a high-tier caster is trying to pin you in place, it's not wise to stay there. He attempts to dodge through the plasma, toward Fouquet.

Blind from the flash, deaf from the thunder, several hundred tons of water falling directly on Raafi's head still probably would've done less damage than leaping through a barrier of literal lightning bolts. Especially when the caster is no longer in a condition to control those lightning bolts and keep them deliberately non-lethal.

Ow ow ow ow ow. He definitely owes his life to the Stone Body spell, thank you Everia.

The water's only a mild inconvenience to him, after the initial battering; he's more worried about Scyelen, perhaps too disoriented to get keep her head above it, and he doesn't especially want Fouquet to die, either.

He casts healing, and - can he see either of them?

Fortunately, the shack was built on convex ground, and the falling water dragon consumed the entire storm-cloud, leaving them in dappled sunlight once more. An entire cloud's worth of water is enough to knock them all off their feet and send them all washing out a fair ways, but it's not enough to submerge them, as the water drains away into the surrounding forest.

Scyelen is waaaaay over there, past the cabin, clinging to a tree root and glaring in their general direction.

Cameron is not visually evident, but there are some gross and disturbing sounds coming from this set of soggy bushes over here.

He'll take annoyed, as long as she's safe.

He heads for the sounds, casting Dispel Water to dry the area out before he parts the bushes to look behind them.

Laying on the ground in a pool of blood is a grotesque mass of twitching, twisted limbs and bleeding, cancerous growths. She writhes, hissing in agony as, with a cry of anguished frustration, she uses her magic to slice off the swollen sack of bone and flesh that used to be her arm, a frothing pinkish water forming a new arm from the stump.

It doesn't have cancerous growths but it materializes badly deformed.

She screams in frustration and agony and switches to one of her legs, severing the mass of twisted growth before generating a new limb.

Her mind isn't merely impaired, it keeps actively twisting, making her do the wrong thing, but she is getting better at compensating for it with every attempt, and what else can she do, not try to heal herself? She's not going to stop just because her failed attempts have her suffering torturous amounts of pain; she can't risk replacing her ruined torso until she can get a limb to come out right.

She is already surrounded by a half-dozen grisly left-overs of previous attempts, a pile of carnage that quickly grows as blood spurts out of her almost as fast as she can conjure/transmute it.

...it is really nice that he physically can't be nauseated right now.

He heals her, first; it won't do anything about the missing limbs or - most of that - but it'll take care of the blood and pain, at least.

Then he casts again, and - well, he's never gotten a very coherent description of what it's like, being reduced to animal intelligence, but it'll let him keep her contained while he figures out what else to do.

The deformed ruin of Cameron's body falls limp, still and quiet.

While he's doing that, footsteps on wet earth approach him from behind, as Scyelen, still naked, makes her way over to them.

"C-Cameron..." she croaks, horrified.

"Yeah." He sounds tired, all the fight gone out of him. "I'll heal her up in the morning, there's not much more I can do right now."

Not much more he can do? As if he hasn't done enough?!

In a soft, but absolutely furious hiss: "Dispel."

Raafi's magic dies, ripped apart at its most fundamental level. His spells and combat enchantments are stripped away in an instant. His magic items also die, failing utterly and leaving only their mundane shells. It rips at Raafi's soul, and for a moment his runes flicker out, burning like when he first got them, like something is trying to tear the runes out of him. He loses his grip on the power, but the runes remain, resisting the pull.

While he's reeling from all that, Scyelen hits him over the head with a rock.