Keen blue eyes scanned the warzone. She had to think fast.

Priority 1: Get out of trouble. 

She spotted a short, thin crack, just under the the top of the retaining wall around the market. Just perfect. She charged from her hiding place and jumped, slamming her cutlass blade into it, to use as leverage, climbing over the top like a spider. Bits of dust and crumbling rock tumbled down, but her sword held fast. 

Priority 2: Go on the offensive. 

She closed her eyes, listening to the chaos beyond the wall. The sounds of rushing flame. The ring of clashing steel. Shouts and cries and screams. She peeked over the top, and selected what looked like some kind of Boros commander. He was large, though it could have just been his armor. But the things he knew... She cast a spell on him, [color=0054a6]Pilfered Plans[/color] running from his mind into hers, she saw his next move, but he forgot it. Confused, he hesitated, as a jester of Rakdos origin leapt onto his back, cackling, and slit his throat with a long thumbnail, practically a talon.

She ducked back behind the wall, and focused. Her next spell would have to be a real show of force. After all, the Dimir were extremely underrepresented in this conflict. 

Priority 3: Summon.

She focused, feeling her soul alight with the darkness that dwells only in the deepest of minds. Black mana, drawn from the dying. Blue mana, drawn from the screaming.
[i][color=0054a6]Am I going a little too far, here?[/color][/i] Bat wings and segmented legs writhed in her thoughts as she answered herself. [color=0054a6][i]No. Not far enough.[/i][/color] She sheathed her sword and pressed both hands to the sides of her head. Her eyes rolled back as she prepared her mind.