Koshraa's eyes widened as she saw the advancing horde of Orks marching towards the gate. She still wasn't sure why she of all people was called to fight in this battle, but she wasn't going to let them in. She pulled out her dagger and prayed to whatever god would listen to her, hoping for the first time in years that she might have enough luck to survive. For her entire life she had relied on her wits to survive but this...This was impossible.
"Hey! Drow!" The Guard in charge of her unit called her. She rolled her eyes and turned towards him with a mock salute.
"Aye, Captain?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and the guard let out an exasperated sigh.
"Look, I don't want you here, you don't want to be here. So cut the attitude before I throw you over the wall." Koshraa raised an eyebrow before she reluctantly nodded. The guard pointed to the mass of Ork bodies coming towards them "They outnumber us ten to one, so you need to follow my orders no matter what, got it?"
Koshraa nodded "Got it."
"You're a caster, right?" She nodded again "When they get closer to the gates, I need you to create an illusion. I don't care what it is, but it needs to be big enough to scare as many of them away as possible, or at least scare them enough to give us a fighting chance." He glared and pointed at the spot on the wall she had been standing on before "You do not, I repeat, Do NOT leave that spot. I don't give a flying buttress how many thugs you've beaten in hand to hand, but under no circumstances are you allowed to go down there, clear?"
Koshraa sighed "Crystal. Cast illusion, don't move, stay alive."
The guard nodded and walked away "Good."
Koshraa turned back towards the horde of Orks and furrowed her brow. She put her hand above her eyes to shield them from the sun and tried to focus on something in the distance. She sighed and shook her head.
"This is suicide. There's got to be thousands of them. How do they think we'll be able to withstand this? Who knows what kind of weapons and spells they've got." She took a deep breath and steeled herself "Well, they'd better be prepared for one hell of a fight." She played with a small fireball in her hands and tried to convince herself that they had a chance.