Shaerel had been in the thick of the fight. A ring had formed around her, a clearing in the hectic battle. Her own men had longed backed off in fear of being hit by her massive weapon and all enemies who neared her were cut down. She dispatched sand demon after sand demon, seemingly no end to their numbers. By her estimation for every one she defeated two more rose. [i]Surely they must stop eventually,[/i] she thought to herself, [i]In these conditions, with this unstable footing we will not be able to keep up a sustained fight.[/i] But more and more came. 

Thankfully the battle would end sooner than she predicted. The clouds began to break, unbelievably bright rays of light emerging from the sky. The demons dissipated, turning once more to the sand beneath their feet. Some of her men gazed up with awe and others hid themselves from the blinding rays as the clouds split to reveal a creature made of many wheels, a being of pure angelic light. Shaerel found herself fixated upon it, its gaze seemingly seeing through her and into her very essence. [i]What is this? The work of magic, or something else?[/i] She dismissed it as a trick of magic, but something in her head doubted this.

Soon enough the light became too much to bear and she hid her eyes from the brightness. The great being that soared above the battlefield spoke in a voice that pierced through Shaerel. Or was it voices? She could not tell, but its cacophonous command spread across the battlefield. It spoke to Gargth, it looked through him, and more so it seemed to frighten him. An explosion of flame took the place of the necromancer, and all at once the battle seemed won. As the many-wheeled creature disappeared her men cheered, proclaiming their first victory. Her smile returned. Her host had not disappointed, it seemed; their first skirmish was a success, and she was relived to see it. 

But the battle was not yet over. In the place of Gargth rose a demon of sand, a creature that loomed over the alliance. It towered over them. It must've been hundreds of feet tall. It slammed down onto the ground with a great club made of sand, wiping away a chunk of soldiers immediately. She was quick to act "Infantry! Calvary! Pull back, pull back! Archers, get into position to fire upon the beast!" She cried to her assembled host. The men were eager to follow orders, already retreating as she had begun to speak. It seemed that her armies discipline was running short; the men struggled to break ranks, only barely kept in line by their captains. The archers were slow to reposition, but all the same volleys began to hit the giant to what seemed to be little effect. A great metal dragon, no doubt one of their allies, had begun to distract the beast. 

Shaerel knew this would not be her battle; she had no way to effectively fight a beast that massive short of dancing around its feet and slashing at it, something that she suspected would not be overly effective. She would let those barraging it with magic and bullets and dragons take this battle. The Nurami may have been freakishly powerful by the standards of Barthon but it was clear that this would not be the case on this battlefield, for she was among what could only be described as a freak show of super powered fighters. She continued to hold back her infantry and cavalry, which would stand little chance against the gigantic beast. The monster could likely take a quarter of her force with one great swipe. Her archers still let loose volleys towards the great demon of sand, but that was the only contribution the Mailed Fist would have to this fight.