[color=8eafdf][h3]Sonya[/h3][/color]

The lack of a full charge by the Orcs seemed to be a rather strange choice, even from her trancing state, Sonya could tell that that horde in the distance was larger than what they had originally planned for. Regardless the sight of smaller groups of the Orcs breaking away from the group and charging across the empty plain was almost relieving, every orc they felled before the full charge turned the odds in their favor.

Silas must have had similar thoughts, though Sonya could still not read him completely as he watched the Orc’s tactics there was a subtle change in his demeanour, and when his commands for this battle were delivered he delivered them in a simple yet confident tone. [color=8eafdf][i] “I guess that makes my casting easier until the Orcs wise up and send all they have’[/i][/color] Sonya mused to herself as her attention focused in the group of Orcs charging towards them, already it seemed Silas’s arrow had felled one of the beast, its corpse having fallen to the earth and been left behind in the dirt and dust as its companions continued forward.

For a brief moment there was only the thundering sound of the Orc’s charging footsteps before they finally reached the Militia, and the battle songs of clashing steel rung through the air. Soon cries of triumph and pain joined the theme of battle, the chorus of noise buzzing at the edge of Sonya’s mind and she concentrated on the situation at hand as the group followed Silas battle-plan. The first orc arrived to the left, it’s blooded axe raised to challenge Luke’s shield in a test of strength. As the axe made its descent, the wind began to surge once more, twisting the axe’s descent to lessen the strain on Luke. As the axe clumsily crashed into the shield, it slid of the side, the tempest winds seeking to guide the expected arrow but it never came.

A part of Sonya’s mind tried to contemplate why the arrow had not arrived, but there was no time for such a train of thought as Sonya pushed it to the edge of her mind. Addressing the current situation, the winds resurging around Luke as he moved to challenge the Orc once more. All the while this happened, on her and Odessa’s side of the formation the other Orc had managed to force its way past Silas but not without leaving itself vulnerable. Just as Silas had called for the two of them to finish it off, Odessa had dashed forward, dancing past the Orc’s broken defense as it attempted to build its rage. 

Not wanting to give it a chance to recover its stance, Sonya made a quick chant and tapped into one of the small pockets of water she had prepared, the liquid bursting forth from the ground and wrapping around the Orc’s injured knee. As soon as the water was in position, Sonya uttered the second command word and the water flash-froze, encasing the limb in a thick layer of ice that delayed its recovery. And then a moment later, Odessa removed that possibility entirely as her strike to the creatures open defenses drove its body down to the earth where it lay unmoving. Even as it fell though, Sonya returned her focus to the remaining Orc, now that there was only one left, Sonya could focus her full attention on it as the zephyrs from before sought out its form, the wind pressing against its body to hamper even the most basic of movements and leave it vulnerable to either of the Brothers or Silas to make an attack