How beautiful it felt to feel the breeze caress your cheek, whip around your hair like a playful child, and lift your spirits to new heights even when you were standing on solid ground. Imagine then what it must've felt like to fly, soaring through the sky and be free from all the worries of the world. Have the sun shining over the silver lining of the clouds as you watch the birds fly with you like dolphins swimming in an ocean of white. Ny'ael adorned this feeling and she had doubts she'd ever grow tired of the thrill of gliding through the air. Slowly her eyes opened and the intensity changed from blissful to violence. The same wind that had been tasting her hair like it was sweet honey was now whipping against her face like an angry wolf, mirroring the ghastly scene below. Her form was free falling from the cliffs above the town and most would've called her suicidal as only the most skilled mages could've survived a fall such as this. As she approached the quickly growing ground, she gently whispered the word, "nenle." Suddenly, instead of crashing into the earth, the air around her swirled quickly with strength as it slowed her decent and only inches from the grass, she stepped down as if she had only walked down stairs from above.
With feet firmly planted on the ground and weapon in hand, she looked below and frowned softly. It was a scene straight from a horror story as beasts of nightmares tore into the ranks of everyone present. In numbers, these beasts were only but a handful compared to the humans and elves that fought, but they were quickly dwindling the numbers of the defenders. Terrubane - the city that the man Sacremento had decided would fall under his heel. Ny'ael needn't know why this single man was so driven for power as to slaughter hundreds of innocents, she only needed to know it was wrong and that someone had to stand up against the madness. She pulled her weapon forward, having been named Doltventa Folcren, a trident of unusual qualities that she had noted since her acquiring it. Not only was it far lighter than other tridents, normally a heavy weapon, but it seemed to pulse lightly in her hands and almost seemed to amplify her already strong magic. With these thoughts, she readied her weapon and knew that these beasts would not survive the night, not so long as she was alive.
"Sharde.." Advanced techniques had since allowed the woman to weave spells with a single word, combining the meaning behind words, the sounds, and the ideal of what the words had represented. One could spend hours and tons of spiritual energy training on new combinations and meanings, finding effects that were either unexpected or completely useless as their spiritual energy would fizzle. Hence why the more ability to learn one had, the easier it was to be a mage, something that Ny'ael was eternally grateful for. However the words weren't the only thing that put her into those uncommon ranks of experts, but it was the ability to properly manage her spiritual energy and use the spells correctly. Normally, one would use energy to push the air and create vacuums in order to create wind blade spells, but she had since learned she could use less energy in short bursts and in this case use a weapon to aid her. As she swung the weapon forward in an arc, there was a slight movement of air in the exact direction she wanted - using that slight movement was more than enough to pour her energy out in that burst and use it's momentum to create a vacuum as it traveled towards the town below.
As Auroreon called the men to him, stragglers jogged and limped towards him with the beasts close behind. They were closing on the small group that was gathering until Ny'ael spell came crashing from above. The wind blade hit three of the beasts at the same time, slicing one of the heads, another's arm, and creating a deep gash in the side of the third. Suddenly the handful of beasts were crippled and the surviving two were struggling. One of the Werepyres had taken notice of the woman up above however and quickly darted to the side of the battle. Within moments it was climbing the face of the cliff towards her as the rest continued it's assault on Auroreon's group.
The creature was quick to approach her, barring it's teeth in rage of it's fallen brethren and roaring with all of it's might. Ny'ael reacted quickly as the Were pyre made it's move towards her and quickly called out, "mallen!" As she did so, she started to spin and the magical released did the rest. With each spin with the trident stretched out, blades of wind pulsed out from her location, tearing into the skin of the beast. It was a form of wind blades that was more akin to a whirlwind attack, meant for close range and hitting multiple targets surrounding the mage and while deadly it used far less energy due to it's short range. After a few moments, she stopped as she felt herself get a little dizzy from spinning around and managed her bearings to look at the creature. It had nearly been torn to shreds, it's anger having driven it to try and get passed the magic - and it failed. It was still moving a little and growling lowly as it lay there and as much as Ny'ael would've watched it with a measure of pity, there was a battle to focus on.