Mages are hardly trained to be combative, in the Circle - at least in Markham Circle, and Brigham is less than skilled with hand-to-hand with his own stave. He defends himself with spell then, when another mage assaults him, and though is victorious, he cannot give Daithi his undivided attention for a moment's time - to be expected, in battle. Brigham chides himself still when he takes note of the Herald's sapped mana, marked by such small magic. The spellbloom of regenerative mana he had created had withered, given to its last.

He pushes through the battle as the two elves grapple, ignoring his own hurts— the stun has worn away, finally, leaving only aching muscles. He turns with Daithi's staff in hand in time to watch the Herald's blade cut flesh. The Enchanter is quiet, then, watching the lifeblood of his Grand Enchanter pool. Somber, he offers his hand to pull Daithi up, and returns his staff. He rests his own staff into the crook of his shoulder so he might reach, cupping a hand to soothe the hurt of Daithi's cheek.