Alice focused herself to listen to her surroundings, trying to get an idea of where the majority of Rogs were coming from. Some screams echoed from in between the mass of buildings, and she winced. She knew she couldn't have done anything and could likely have walked all day in this village and not found anything, but she still felt awful that these people having survived one attack should be doomed after another.

Her feelings aside, she launched her projectile amongst the houses, it's aura would be unblocked by physical walls. Just as it left her right hand she instantly followed it with the wand in her left, launching a missile after it. She'd done it several times before, and the missile would split the rock just before it hit the ground (or even a few meters up, which would be even better) and unleash it's intended aura. The Rogs would find themselves losing energy when they started flanking from that direction, and struggle to pull back bowstrings or launch javelins in a lethal manner.

Suddenly a loud boom and clatter could be heard from further down the street they were on. A large dust cloud had arisen from a collapsed house down the way, and when a troll emerged it Alice wished she'd had the discipline to save her only nullification aura for that. She debated quickly about trying to create another one, only to snap back to reality as she narrowly ducked into cover from two arrows. No, her hands were too shaky now, and likely her being distracted would give the Rogs an opportunity to climb up to her, certainly something she didn't like the idea of.

She launched a few apprehensive missiles, many doing good damage to her eye, but most people were distracted by the combat in the centre. Urasen had turned into a Werebear, which seemed to obvious in context. Actually he'd done a really bad job of hiding it, with his constant slips of the tongue and... Actually this wasn't the place to mentally discuss these things. He was doing a good job, however, and she realised it made sense for the party to try and keep the Rogs off of him, as she could imagine the mounted ones could do a lot of damage with their spears, dancing in and out of engagement and being able to reach his weaker areas. With that in mind, she focused on targeting those more elite ones. 

Her missiles mainly impacted armour to heavily for them to be of any real damage, [i]mostly[/i] though even a glancing hit would knock them off their mounts, which was good enough for her. She quickly ducked into cover so that only her forearm and head were visible, ready to hide fully if she got any more hostile attention. Some part of her despaired at what the state of her dress would be when she stood up, and she couldn't help but laugh. She always enjoyed tormenting her old regime-like monologue and the brief amusement helped focus herself on her job, her spells getting ever more potent towards the monstrous cavalry

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