Blood and horror screamed. The sentients of Viragraf fell as they were sacked. The Wardwall broke and those along the shore were buffeted and crushed. Some rushed into the foreign realm of the sea in the hopes to save themselves from the force of gravity. Others retreated only to meet a wall of opposition thirsting for blood and glory. Wardrenders soaked the sand with their blood with little resistance. Still, the chaos didn't instill insanity in the Viragrafi. They were prepared to die here as the first line of resistance to the Raldorans. However, they hadn't predicted such a large-scale assault. 

Yalisphur whipped her head around to watch her brothers and sisters cut down by the barbarian-pirates. She released any energy that kept up the Wardwall as she equipped herself with her Halberd of Platad, one of the most powerful weapons forged by the dwarven forefathers of Viragraf. It was a relic, but harnessed a power that defied age. Being a distance away from the bombardment, she was free to defend herself against the raiders. She chopped down a few and stomped some others out of the way until she could find an escape that would allow her to gallop away.

She could see other centaurs far in the distance, no doubt with her same strategy in mind. What few Raldorans her brethren could slay at this juncture would cement their ultimate "victory" in this battle. But there would be too many casualties to properly call this battle such. She could only pray to Fla'vao that the lives lost would strengthen the land of Viragraf as she weaved and trampled over what she could to find herself a safe distance away from the battle proper. Her specialties didn't lie in mass combat, or even one-on-one combat. She needed to reach an area that she could affect in a benefit to those who were better-trained than herself. 

Screams could then be heard up ahead. She gripped the halberd in her hands. The hooves under her pushed through the sand. They needed to get her past this assault and warm the second line as well as prepare her own defenses. She summoned enough magic to simply protect her body from physical strikes. Swords and blasts didn't even affect the hair on her back. She pushed through hard just to get past them.

She sprinted through the unforgiving Glassands until she reached the Grassills. The blades still danced in the wind as if they were possessed. She could feel a faint power in the greenery that suggested manipulation from Fla'vao, if no one else. She hadn't noticed it on their way to the Glassands. The land, itself, was preparing for battle. A hope of less bloodshed was birthed into her spirit. Yalisphur slowed to a trot and weaved through the Grassills in such a way that she could lay a hand on each rock in her immediate area. Temporary totems were empowered with each touch. The warriors and soldiers of Viragraf would find their skin more difficult to break and their bones less likely to crumble under intense pressure. If enough time would pass, they would also feel their vitality return slowly to them. It was a marginal effect, but the affect would be felt by her allies. 

An hour after she escaped the Glassand Sack she had reached a second garrison of warriors and soldiers ready to take down what Raldorans they could before they could reach Platad proper. Yalisphur approached a young Leonin who wielded a shortsword and not much armor. She was adept in agility rather than power. Yalisphur doubted it would properly save the female Leonin from death at meeting the Raldorans.

"Tell the scouts to prepare to flank the enemy when the time comes," Yalisphur ordered. 

Though the Leonin came from Celridth, a Kins'one far enough away to have its own form of structured authority, Yalisphur was above any other sentient save Montigue (to which she was an equal) and Chakaja (to which she was third-in-command to Vao'Hatash).

"Any Wardrenders are to be protected by scouts and placed a distance away safe from the main battle," she added.

The Leonin only nodded in a "yes ma'am" manner and turned to one of her subordinates. She reiterated the orders given to her and the human  rushed to organize the strategy. 

"And tell Chakaja that this isn't going to be like any other raid," she said in a hush.

Yalisphur was past the Leonin a body-length and didn't turn her head so she could hear. But she needn't do so for she was a body length taller and the others around her couldn't prevent her voice from traveling. 

The Viragrafi couldn't know "doom" or "despair." They found pride and worth in a battle well-fought much like the Nakar felt invigoration and fervor in slaying innocents. A battle lost is a battle fought with valor and determination. This is all Fla'vao could ask in return for her preservation of their land.