[Once the initial impulse runs its course, a fragment of clarity comes back in time for them to notice that he's casting. That sort of magic is... familiar in its own way, but by far not the same sort that Raine employs.

[Their fingertips alight again as they start their own cast, foreign runes inscribing themself in the air.

[They don't have long until the spell fires off, and Raine quickly pulls up their own shadow to deflect some of the impact. A person honed by war is no slouch, and Raine figures that out first-hand when the miasma spell eats through their quick defense and hit them directly. It's enough to make them yelp and stagger, and they pull their lips back to bare their teeth even as they laugh. They can't smile like this, but that's fine. Their tail wags excitedly, whiskers pushing forward.]

Ohhh, you're really no slouch.

If I wasn't so angry about your wanton animal slaughter, I'd be flirting with you instead.

[Even with their ability to heal quickly, stalling for time is out, and could prove dangerous if they take too many injuries. They dismiss their original spell with a wave of their paw. Spheres of ice, instead, start to manifest with their next cast.]