[color=yellow]"I see, you all are as much savages as the rest of them."[/color] Chloetta mourned, almost woefully.  [color=yellow]"I'd hoped for diplomacy, but it seems barbarism runs rampant in this world nowadays.  If it's death you desire, we shall serve it on a silver platter."[/color]  She pulled Genna up and pushed her towards the rest of the archers so she could retrieve her bow and then put her fingers to her mouth and whistled calling Franz to her side, mounting the horse and backing up a bit. 

Before the majority of the fighting started, the girl declared to all that would hear,  [color=yellow]"My name is Chloetta Derrick. Troubadour of the Church of Naga and known as the "Light Prodigy".  As you declare yourself an enemy, I will act in kind.  I will make this world a better place for people. . . Plegian, Ylissian and those from Valm. . .  Everyone."[/color]  She took a deep breath, irritated that this man seemed to be as bad as Bern.  It seemed the rumors were not as false as she had hoped them to be.  [color=yellow]"Frontline, hold the enemy off.  Archers. Mages.  Aim at the same targets.  We outnumber them.  Keep the advantage.  Healers, you know your jobs."[/color]  The "Light Prodigy" pulled out her own Lightning Tome and aimed a spell at the Axe Berserker trying to cut through her ranks.  He was easily one of the biggest threats considering the carnage he was causing.

She was no Tactician, but she was a soldier. A soldier experienced in warfare.  If this "green" Tactician thought that this fight he wrought upon himself would be easy, then he better try harder because she wasn't going to stop here.  She couldn't stop here.  There were many more things she needed to do.