Elisara watched with interest disguised by her concealing helm as the call continued to resonate from her and the creature demonstrated a degree of physical aptitude. The arrow first fired by the soldier to her right had been unsuccessful, the spider-creature had snatched it out of the air with apparent disdain and hurled it across to strike the swordsman as he charged the being. Elisara had expected little else from an opponent chosen to actually stand against her. As the creature stabbed claws into her soldier the daughter of the Tyrant observed that although the nerves had not been severed and the tendons appeared intact her follower had simply collapsed in the creature’s grip.

It was likely there was more to those claws than initially met the eye and while her confidence was in no way lessened she knew to exercise caution and that it was not wise to be struck by them. As the spider used the corpse as a shield and then hurled it across the battlefield towards her Elisara felt no sense of alarm. She simply took a step to the side, allowing the broken man to fly past her to strike the ground. There was no sense sullying her blade on the flesh of her own soldiers and to call on her other magics would have disrupted the continued summoning process.

With the sidestep completed the silent call that had continued even as the monster fought her followers delivered unto her a new cast of subjects. This time there were more of the soldiers of Vol’Kariz, four to be precise and they flickered into appearance to either side of the boulder once again. Two stood on the left and two on the right of the boulder to join the surviving member of the first summoning. These four soldiers were all adorned with chainmail emblazoned with the sigil of Vol’Kariz, the six spires of white and black and all of them held bows this time. 

From behind the faceplate of her helm the Tyrant’s daughter’s face was shaped into a predatory grin. The more the creature fought against her soldiers the more the being would tire and the more about itself it would reveal. She had the defendable position, she had the soldiers and above all she was the granddaughter of Maev’Sil’Vien and the daughter of the Liberator himself. There was no question that she would prove victorious. “Unleash your arrows together, volley fire.” The command rang out from her as the soldiers she had summoned began to fire in unison.