[color=8eafdf][h3]Sonya[/h3][/color]
	
Sonya’s attention was momentarily diverted to the distance as the horn echoed across the vast plains, a herald to the battle that would soon play out across this barren earth. As Silas spoke though she pushed that train of thoughts to the side, focusing her attention on Silas input. From what she could make of both his appearance and the way he held himself when talking about battle, he no doubt had experience and if he was going to share his knowledge it would wise for her to take note. Once he had finished, she found herself nodding in agreement, once she had committed the casting to the field there would be no easy way to remove it, and if the flow of battle should shift it could easily become a hinderance. Though one should not always plan on a battle going smoothly, to have thought of actions you could take when a battle starts going your way only seemed line good planning.

As their positions were called out, Sonya gave both Luke and Jowen a quick glance. Though Luke seemed rather steady and sure of himself, Jowen’s stance was less confident even if the appearance he was putting on appeared solid. Turning her gaze to Odessa, Sonya recalled the conversation they had last night, and how they had planned to save as many as they could from this coming battle. Despite the approaching orcish horde and the dark thoughts that had been plaguing her the night before, right now Odessa seemed ready for battle, her body poised like a coiled string ready to strike out at anyone who might come their way. Her mind momentarily raced with a multitude of thoughts, Odessa had already proven she was serious about the promise she made and Sonya felt secure in the fact that she would be protected. But as the orcish horn sounded once more Sonya forced the thoughts to the edge of her mind “[color=8eafdf][i]’There will be time enough for idly day-dreaming once we have seen each other through this fight[/i][/color]

On the horizon, the form of the orcs slowly began to break away from the surroundings - the moving mass of their shapes distinguishing them from the otherwise still plains. They were still a fair distance off, giving Sonya some time to make a few preparations. Moving to the ground, she planted herself on one knee as she placed both hands on the ground, feeling the soft grass and dry earth already warmed by the morning sun. Reaching out with her mind, she examined the terrain with her mind’s eye. It had been a few days since the rain had last fallen, the upper layers of the land becoming dry dirt and hardened clay as it baked beneath the sound. But deeper underground, a reserve of water lay soaked in the dirt, no doubt from the last time a storm had flooded these plains.

Slowly, Sonya began to draw a small portion of this water towards the surface, though she could create her own sources of water when need-be, manipulating an already existing source was far more energy efficient, especially if it was a slow manipulation. Up through the earth she drew up three pockets of water, still low enough from the surface and in volume to leave the top undisturbed but more than enough for her to use as a catalyst for a casting if required. Satisfied with the effort, she returned to her position as the Orc’s drew closer still, no doubt they would almost be in range of some of their archers.

Withdrawing her dagger, Sonya clutched it between both of her hands in front of her chest as she lowered her head slightly, entering a trance-like state. At first, only the faintest of breezes began to blow across the group, a soft refreshing wind that barely tickled the skin. As Sonya continued the trance though, the wind seemed to grow stronger but grew no harsher as the wind calmly flowed and wrapped itself around the forms of Silas, Luke, Jowen and Odessa almost as a protective barrier. From within her Trance, Sonya focused all her attention on this casting, it would be her primary method to aid her companions. 

As any of them moved around, the wind would flow with them, parting in front of their movements and flowing behind them, adding a spring to them step to quicken their movements. The moment any of them swung or parried a blow, so to would Sonya strike with the wind, a frenzy of air adding its momentum behind a strike to enhance the blow. And any Orc that wished to strike her allies would find the winds themselves whip against them, slowing and misdirecting their blows ever so slightly. As long as Sonya’s allies were able to make the correct motions, the summoned zephyr would through their energies behind it, providing each of them a small edge that may be what kept them living