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

Sonya returned the nod to Odessa, though the mask may have have prevented her face from showing emotion, her body visibly relaxing as the current threat was dealt with. Avoiding the sight of the Orc’s grizzly demise, Sonya returned her attention back to Silas only to catch him deliver the finishing blow to the final Orc of this wave. The sounds of battle began to settle into a brief reprieve as the other groups finished off their Orcs as well, only to be replaced by the cries of pain and mourning, interspersed with the occasional strike of steel as scattered individuals finished their own skirmishes, belaying the fact that this wave had been far more costly to the gathered militia. As Sonya let her gaze sweep across the frontlines it was apparent that many of the militia were fatigued, and the lack of energy was allowing their morale to seep away and plant a seed of despair.

[color=8eafdf][i]’Even with our numbers, if the Orc’s charged with all their remaining forces I don’t think enough have the nerve to hold, knowing what might await them’[/i][/color] Sonya thought grimly as she let her eyes drift to the fallen on the field of battle, none of the deaths having come easy or painlessly. As Odessa and Sonya regrouped around Silas, his words indicated that he no doubt understood the situation even better that Sonya did from his previous experience. “[color=39b54a]Ladies go help those who need it. I need to find a way to end this battle...[/color]". 
[color=8eafdf][b]“I will try to help all that I can, hopefully there will be enough time before the next clash”[/b][/color] Sonya replied, though she had a few questions for Silas, if he was to think of a plan to bring this battle to a close he did not need to be distracted. Turning to Odessa instead she suggested [color=8eafdf][b]”We should try to find the wounded before they bleed out of their injuries become more severe”[/b][/color]

Weaving amongst the different groups, Sonya found various wounds across the different militia members, some far more threatening than others. Though she did not wish to pass over anyone’s injuries, she was forced to help those who were the most wounded first. Back at the front-lines, Sonya could hear various shouting from the Orcs side of the field, yet there was no deafening charge of the approaching horde so perhaps there was a different development on the field Sonya briefly wondered before forcing the thought away, there was more important things she needed to focus on. 

Reaching into her supplies, she removed two strange bottles filled with a greenish liquid. Glancing at Odessa she handed one to her as she explained it purpose [color=8eafdf][b]”It’s a rather basic healing salve, mostly herbal in nature, but one of the ingredients reacts strongly to magical energy. It won’t regrow limbs or reconstruct broken bones, but it should stop any bleeding and accelerate the skin growth over the wounds. You just need to apply enough to barely cover the wounded area and imbue the liquid with your magic to start the process.”[/b][/color] Sonya explained as they continued to weave through the crowd before admitting with a hint of nervousness [color=8eafdf][b]”..Although I’ve only ever tried it with my water magic, hopefully the arcane magic works just as well[/b][/color]

Opening the other vial of the salve, Sonya caught a young man with a large gaping wound to their leg, though the limb was still attached the amount of blood that was spilling forth and pooling to the earth below was not a healthy sight, as the man’s ashen face attested. Moving over to the man’s location she nodded to one of his comrades that was helping him stand up [color=8eafdf][b]”I’ve been sent to offer aid to those that need it, could you place him on his side so I may treat the wound?”[/b][/color] Sonya asked, her voice carrying enough to concern to ward off any questions. With the full extent of wound then revealed, Sonya gave a grimace behind her mask. The flesh and artery had been cleaved which explained the copious blood flowing from the wound. Quickly taking some of the salve, Sonya gently rubbed it across the length of the wound, the salve creating a sticky thin film-like layer just above the surface of the skin and blood.

Next, Sonya placed her hand just above the wound and channelled her energy into the substance, the salve beginning to grow a luminescent green that was faintly noticeable even in the direct light of the midday sun. Sonya continued to pour her energy into the salve until a critical point was reached, the salve giving a quick glow before its edges began to meld with the flesh alongside the wound. Removing her hand, Sonya quickly looked over the area, the salve having solidified and made an artificial skin for the moment and preventing any more blood loss. Additionally at its edges the salve still glowed green as its energies encouraged the skin to regrow at a visible, though still slow rate. Giving a soft sigh, Sonya smiled beneath the mask, the wound would be closed within the hour rather than what would have no doubt taken days. Looking to the patient’s face, though still pale from the blood loss, it was no longer troubled and almost had a look of relief.

[color=8eafdf][b]”You wound should be fine for the moment. Though you can move it, be careful of anything strenuous as it might re-open the wound once more”[/b][/color] Sonya cautioned as she looked to his comrade that had been watching the process and requested [color=8eafdf][b]”Would you be able to send anyone else who needs aid this way or inform me if there’s those who can’t be moved? Having a common location will be more effect than random wanderings[/b][/color]

Over the new few minutes, as the circles for the duel formed and the two champions prepared for combat, Sonya continued to treat those that were brought to her position. Looking at the two combatants and noticing Silas in the ring against the Orc, she could not help but shake a feeling of doubt of whether Silas could really do this. Even though she had witnessed his skills in battle, this Orc Chieftan seemed a league above what they had faced already. Turning to Odessa Sonya asked [color=8eafdf][b]”Odessa, would you be able to handle the wounded for now? I know Silas is skilled but, I can not bring myself to simply watch as he fights for his life. The Orc’s from earlier never realised what was happening with my magic, so they won’t suspect any interference as long as I keep it subtle”[/b][/color]. Though she had asked, there was a strong determination in her voice as she was rather set on helping out Silas. 

As the two combatants began to circle each-other, an ominous breeze began to pick up across the battlefield, brushing past the fallen and living alike. Unlike before which has been a slight gust of air, this was a stronger almost natural breeze that followed from east to west, Sonya pouring more magic into this casting to prevent any suspicion if the event was to localized. Additionally, while her position at the pack, while it was difficult to see everything happening in the arena, Sonya had other methods she could rely upon. Each time the wind rushed over an object, Sonya could feel the way the wind had to flow around and across the surface of each blockage in its path. This ‘sensory feedback’ allowed her to get an approximate position of both the combatants and their current actions, but would once again be more taxing on her.

Having to maintain her full concentration on this more powerful spell, as Drusilla delivered the note she was forced to let Odessa receive it. Despite the focus that was required, she was curious of its contents and could not help but ask [color=8eafdf][b] “What does the letter say?”[/b][/color]