Once Meesei was on her feet, her whole body took on a violet glow. She was using alteration magic, similar to telekinesis, to give support to her broken leg and allow herself to stand. It was no small expense of magicka to accomplish, but it was only a fraction of what was to come.

Even with her magic to aid her, each step that Meesei took forward felt like a dagger was being stabbed into her leg. Her chest felt like it was burning, and her bleeding had still not entirely stopped, but her demeanor was almost unnaturally confident. She walked with singular determination, until she was at the front of the lycans who had not yet attacked. 

“I have been beaten down, maimed, poisoned, and left for dead. The enemy has set their trap, and formed a wall of their bodies to keep us in it. But, as long as my body still draws breath, as long as the blood still flows through its veins, there is nothing that will stop me from snuffing out the life of every single bastard that stands between me, and our way out!” Meesei shouted. All the while, her body had begun to pulse with electrical energy, which she finally released through her uninjured arm into an exceptionally powerful arcing bolt of lightning into the enemy’s left flank. For the one that it hit first, it was immediately lethal, while those behind him suffered a varying degree of burns. 

Meesei already looked as if she were half-dead, so seeing her show such courage was all that most of the lycans needed to inspire their charge. Resounding screams and warcries sounded out across the battlefield. Whether it would end in victory or defeat, this final charge would be as one for the lycan forces.