The humming continued to ring in Noah’s ears as he held one of the gems responsible for the sound. In this newfound trouble, Zulrav had given Noah weapons he could use in his crippled state. The fire erupted brightly several feet in front of them. The horse and thud of the man who was riding it caught Noah’s attention. To the left was the second rider whose horse had barely been controlled and steered. In the midst of battle he was still attempting to keep his terrified horse under the reins. The man who was thrown off got up and attempted to regain his bearings, but Aimee didn’t let him. Her dancer’s grace took her a leap forward as her Res worked through her veins and out of her fingers. The freehand came around and slashed at the air, the gassy Res around her rushing forth in a razor of cutting wind.  The razor, barely able to be seen in the darkness, struck towards the disoriented rider. It cut into the ground due to the force behind it and sailed on striking the man across the chest and through his armor. 

All Aimee heard was his dying cry and a thud. She took another step, pulling back the remaining Res from her slash of air to be recycled. In the distance, her free hand maneuvered it towards the horseman who was struggling with his mount and that was when the bright flash of light came from behind her, the sound of an arrow being pulled back preceding it. She used the momentary flare of light to sharpen her aim, creating another slash into the air by thrusting her arm in the direction of the rider, slicing him across the back. He finally loosened the reins to his steed and the beast reared so that he, too, fell onto his back. Aimee saw him reach from the ground to stand and it compelled her to mercilessly continued on. She took a third step forward and brought her hand up, ripping the wind upwards, before slamming it down onto the man, the impact of brute force crushing him into total limpness.

Noah rose his arm and stepped away from Elann when she nocked her arrow. The swelling light which emitted as she loosed it had been blinding, and startling, to him as an eagle and he didn’t chance having his vision affected here where he needed it the most in the darkness. When the light died down he turned his attention back to the field. Aimee had made short and magical work of two men and this magic she was using was totally new to Noah. It wasn’t the time to ask questions though, and so he scanned the camp from their side vantage point.

Hiding in the shadows of the trees were a collection of archers firing at random, undisciplined. The fire, glowing stormgem, and holy arrows were making the trio a large and visible target on the field and drew the attention of the archers. Noah watched one quickly nock and loose an arrow towards Aimee since she was the closest and most visible target to them. Aimee’s adept hearing saved her from the blow; she threw her body to the right and out of the way, landing lightly on her feet. The arrow continued on, embedding itself in the frame of the wagon behind the trio’s.

Aimee’s hearing also picked up the cries of a terrified family. In the darkness, she looked to Elann and Noah behind her, dashing off to aid one of the families whose tent was being overran by a bloodthirsty bandit. Smartly, Aimee came upon them and threw her hand out to the campfire, tugging on the already live flame and commanding it to engulf the bandit assailing the woman whose husband had already been slain. One of the children Aimee taught Fratava too was clutched in the homely woman’s arms as the bandit’s body went up in flames. His own screams of blood curdling quality erupted into the air as he threw himself to the ground. Aimee drew upon the already active wind to bring it down once again in the same crushing final blow to silence the man’s yelling. The wolf locked gazes with the woman, whose eyes were stricken with intense fear. It was the young child, a boy, who spoke out and said a thank you in Fratava, knowing that Aimee had saved him and his mother’s life. Aimee nodded and turned her attention to the next tent, another bout of screaming, whimpers, and swords clanging catching her hearing.

With Elann, Noah stepped up behind her and raised the stormgem. His bondmate’s sights were elsewhere and the archers were starting to split their attention between Elann and Noah and Aimee with her conjuration. He caught another arrow being loosed in their direction, aimed for himself. In total chance he raised his free hand and bid Zulrav’s bursting wind from it, sending the arrow unsteady in its flying and forcing it down into the ground before them. In the next action he willed the stormgem alive as he did before and the crackling ensued and enveloped his hand like the last time. As before, he asked the gem to aim for his sights and it did so. This time, instead of leashing a thin bolt of lightning, this one crackled and surged, erupting through the air with little more than intense sizzling. The bolt of white lightning took little less than a blink to reach the archer in question, ending him before traveling to the archer nearest him with the remaining energy of the bolt. Fried, both men collapsed in sequence.

Noah released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and brought his hand to his stitched side, the movements forcing a great ache despite the pumping adrenaline. He groaned and showed the pain in his face, falling back to Elann’s side for as much as it would do to give him a moment’s breath of recovery. Aimee had gone off and he could only see where she was because one of the campfires in his sights turned tornadic as she protected another family with her magic.