Celine watched the onslaught beneath her feet from a safe distance, standing on top of a roof some distance of the gates. Her expression was unreadable and she barely flinched as the inhuman line-breakers plowed through their first line of defense. The soldiers were crushed, trampled, sent flying by their mighty weapons infused with magic. At first she didn't think they would stand a chance with or without her interference but they had broken through the line-breakers. It was impressive but costly. Many had died and even more were beyond saving and would perish soon. The wind carried the smell of blood, gore and fear as it whiffled past her. Life was fragile but only if you let it. After she and her cousin were left to their own devices their survival was what kept her going. They were fragile then yet she'd never let it stop her. She would survive this too, even if she was the only one walking away at dawn. 

The soldiers cheered at their small victory, although their cheers didn't last for long. The bellowing sound of the great horn silenced all the men in the battlements. She narrowed her eyes and could spot an army approaching in the distance. From what she could make out they were frighteningly organized, a human army near enough. Her previous experiences with these dark creatures had proved they were not particularly intelligent so they shouldn't be capable of such organized warfare. It unnerved her because she wanted to know what she was up against. She let out a controlled breath and closed her eyes to think, closing herself off from her surroundings momentarily. 

Celine reached out to the Dark Sister and her Faithful Hound, her lips moved in silent prayer. She asked for assistance in this coming battle and  guidance against these unknown enemies. With her hands she created the sign of a triangle and through it she looked at the sky, in her mind’s eye she envisioned the moon shining through it. This same gesture passed her eyes, heart and when she reached her stomach she separated her hands returning them to rest at her side. Mere seconds after she finished her invocation she heard the flapping of wings beside her. 

She opened her eyes to find a crow perched on top the same roof she was standing on. When the bird spotted the woman looking its way it cocked its head sideways. There was no way one could tell if the animal was looking back its beady eyes were pools of black with little reflection. It started to pick at its feet but made no effort to fly off even as the woman began to move closer. Celine maneuvered herself on the roof with caution and maintained her balance with little effort. She approached the bird and reached out her hand which due to her gauntlet resembled a claw. The sight of the bird mysteriously appearing after her prayer was a sign that the Dark Sister was watching over her. It gave her an idea and within her pale eyes an unnerving shift could be seen. A gleam that was almost wicked. 

Her hand reached forth with incredible speed like a bird of prey and she enclosed the crow in her hand. The bird squawked in panic and began to flap its wings wildly but Celine held its head firmly. Her claw like grip was tight and with her other hand she reached down her thigh for one of her knives. She brought it up to her upper chest area beneath her collarbone and drew a small amount of blood. It stained her knife and she brought it over to the crow. She forced it to open its beak and a drop of her blood slowly trickled down the blade into its mouth. 

Celine waited and focused her intent strongly, her desire to see the unseen. The animal had grown eerily silent and compliant until it suddenly had a fit cawing loudly and flapping its wings forcefully. It released itself from her grip and soared into the sky straight at the approaching army of dark creatures. 

At first she could only see the clouds but they mysteriously cleared away and an entire army revealed itself. It spread out across the fields for as far as her beady eyes could see. It was an intimidating sight and a horrifying thought knowing they were severely outnumbered. She reached farther back but there was no end to them. The current carried her back to the battlements to see how the battle was progressing outside of the gates. The suddenly she was struck out of the sky. She didn’t have time to close the connection for it was brutally severed by a flying arrow. It pierced the body of the animal and it crashed to the ground. It landed on the ground at the feet of a wounded Hillklag Sellsword. It strangely still seemed to move its head, beady eyes looking up at the sky even though the fall should have killed it. It then dissolved into nothingness, flesh disappearing leaving behind only its feathers which were carried off by the wind. 

Back on the roof Celine cursed inwardly as a jolt of pain shot through her eyes. She bit it back while a single red tear ran down her cheek. The woman wiped it off impatiently but all it did was smear it across her face. She drew in a sharp breath and regained her composure. Now that she knew what they were up against she was ready. These new creatures would fall to her cursed blades.

She slid down the roof and onto the ground quietly, sneaking past soldiers and civilians until she reached the position of the archers and mages.  It would be no use to throw herself at the front lines just yet. From up here she could jump onto an unsuspecting enemy and use her throwing knives to fell more distant foes. A small number of the armor less spear wielding beasts had managed to break through their defenses and were entering the streets. Celine readied one of her knives and held it between her hands whispering the incantation to activate the curse locked within. 

Down below a young soldier was cornered by one of the beasts. He had his back against the wall and when he tried to use his weapon to defend himself his spear splintered on impact with his foes shield. Celine narrowed her eyes and aimed for the head of the creature. 
“You’re mine” She whispered coldly.
She threw her silver knife with deadly precision. It was locked into the head of the creature before anyone could blink. It released its unholy charge which drove the creature to madness. It clawed at its own skin as if it was attacked by a swarm of unseen beings. It finally collapsed after every inch of its body was torn open. The silver knife still sticking out of its head.