A small, persistent voice seemed to whisper to Fiona. She acknowledged her sister's gift with a grin and an offhand wave as she strode forward, filled with DETERMINATION. However, rather than use the power temporarily granted to her, Fiona chose to draw upon her own magical strength for her next attack. Fiona closed her eyes, concentrating for but a moment as she walked, murmuring something that was too soft to be heard. Raising her head, her eyes began to shine with the brilliance of the noonday sun reflecting off unquiet waters. Fiona's gaze turned to focus intensely upon the central goblin, the one standing in front of the small party. It seemed to have some modicum of authority over the others - perhaps with its death, the others might retreat. Holding her sceptre before her as one might grasp an outstretched sword, Fiona spoke aloud, and the air seemed to still for an instant. "Your flesh must taste evaporation! Behold this Light, of Vindication!" With these words, a fissure of blinding light erupted from Fiona's sceptre, arcing toward the monster's heart.