[color=8eafdf][h3]Sonya[/h3][/color]

A new voice reached Sonya ears accompanied with a blur of motion that flickered at the edge of her peripherals. At first Sonya had assumed its words were directed at another group of militia but the last statement carried itself over the thundering sound of the approaching Orcs, betraying its intended direction. Though the Orcs were drawing close, Sonya risked a glance over to the side, spotting Aimée as she danced in a rather spectacular fashion. Sonya paused, stunned for a moment, [color=8eafdf][i]’Dancing...On a battlefield? What on earth is she thinking?![/i][/color] her mind shouted in confusion, before an Orcish Warcry drew her attention back to the front-lines as Silas engaged the Orcs. Quickly regaining her focus, she resumed her weaving of the air, but as she did so, her mind drifted back to the sight of Aimée dance, the lively motions of her actions dancing through her mind in a wave of positive energy

A number of questions bubbled at the edge of Sonya’s mind but she dismissed them  [color=8eafdf][i]’She seems sure of her action and does not appear treacherous, It’s best to just assume it’s a positive effect for now and question later’[/i][/color], needing to focus all of her attention on aiding Silas as the Orcs weapons swung one after the other, each time having to cleave through the wind that pushed against their weapons, slowing them and diverting them off course just enough for Silas to easily maintain his defense. As Sonya continued to weave the air though, visions of the dancer continued to settle across her vision, the motions of the illusionary dance aligning with each gust of tempest air she conjured, causing Sonya to settle into a solid rhythm that matched the flow of the battle.

Subconsciously, Sonya had started to hum a little tune, the dread and fear of being on the field of battle seeming to have been driven away by a strange flood of warm energy. Both Odessa and Silas seemed to be moving more confidently and quicker as well, the three of them functioning as a well-trained group despite being driven together by circumstance. Whether it was an effect of the dance or some natural alignment between the group was unknown to Sonya for now, but as she settled into the ebb and flow of battle, she began to cast a stronger spell. The winds around Silas and Odessa began to intensify as an ice cold draft was summoned, the winds whipping at the Orcs each time they dared to strike against either of Sonya’s allies. Each time the Orcs were lashed by the freezing air, small tendrils of frost clung to their form, marking the point of impact. Individually they were insignificant but as the frost accumulated the Orc’s movements began to slow and become more stiff as they now had to fight both air and frost