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[indent]Thankfully, having a target of a suitable size made for easy pickings. Siena couldn't help but give a small breath of triumph--one that would have been paired with a smile if her body wasn't starting to feel the effects of using her power twice in fairly rapid succession. There was a faint ache settling into her legs, but more importantly, a fatigue that Siena couldn't even begin to explain. Having only pushed herself to the limits twice before--[i]once. Only once truly, right?[/i]--the brunette wasn't the best gauge of her stamina. As a green smoke swept through the field, Siena took a moment to catch her breath. Through the sudden feeling of nausea and dizziness, she considered the lone beast in her team's field. For a brief instant, Siena considered taking a risk and trying to attack. Had she not braced herself for the wildness that drafting green luxin would inflict onto her, the girl might have recklessly gone for it.

The rational part of her, the blue part...it told her that there should have been at least two or three others ready to take it on, and adding her to the mix likely wouldn't make enough of a difference to matter. Accepting the thought, Siena found, with a faint level of surprise, that she still had a somewhat firm grip on Gavin's name. That though she could acknowledge that he had some power, evidently the state she'd taken him in was far from his prime. 

Ah, of course it would be. She'd taken Gavin Guile, sixteen year prisoner.

[i]'[color=ff57ff]There were other teams...[/color]'[/i] That said, it only took a sidelong glance for Siena to be made aware that there was at least one team that could benefit from her aid. Ignoring the protests that both her rational mind and her exhausted body tried to scream, the mage started moving towards what looked like dinner gone horribly wrong. They weren't far, thankfully. Far enough that they wouldn't interfere drastically with another fight, but not at enough of a distance to deter anyone with even moderate levels of drive to leap to anyone's aid. 

It took about ten seconds to make it to the group. By then, the dizziness and nausea had set in full force. Trying to blink away the discomfort, Siena scanned the field, her vision blurring for an instant and the faintest pulsing audible in the back of her head. He was desperate, and it was starting to build into a second adrenaline rush--this one, Siena wasn't certains he'd be able to hold. One spaghetti monstrosity down (not worth the effort), one flinging earth (too much effort), and one with a girl dangling precariously in its grip. Bingo. 

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Split white into blue, stupid. Don't rely on...eugh...[/color]'[/i] Another wave of nausea, this time making Siena almost break into a dry heave. Oddly, there was some familiarity about the discomfort. Muttering to herself, the girl clumsily pulled her jacket off, grimacing when she could hear stitches popping in the fabric at the force she applied. Fancy mini jackets, absolutely useless in combat except for this, she supposed. Awkwardly adjusting it into a makeshift filter (read: scarf) in a desperate attempt to shield herself even the faintest amount of whatever the green gas was, Siena considered her options like rapidfire, and it settled into one.

No red. Just blue. Cool, calculating blue.

It was too risky, again, to try any fancy aiming, especially when breathing made her head spin and her stomach churn. After about three seconds of trying to follow the noodle holding the girl above the mouth of the beast, Siena gave up. Center mass it was, and hopefully a miracle would land a cut on the appropriate strand. With the plan set in mind, she began her work.

Drafting blue was harder than green, but Siena attributed that to the fact that she was working on both a smaller scale and with only a small amount of direct vision of the shade she wanted and splitting the rest from what light there was available. Groaning faintly with the effort, Siena drafted four awkwardly shaped spear tips, opting to avoid drafting the shafts to save her energy. Taking a muffled breath, the mage built up energy, as if holding her thumb over the opening of a hose, releasing only to let the spears fly towards the center mass of the tangle of starchy goodness. They were faster than the spear, at least, but still not as fast as she'd imagined them. The sight of blue residue faintly breaking away from the projectiles caused Siena to grimace. Not long before Gavin left her too.[/indent]