Tiral glanced over at Lilianna as his initial magic barrage came to a stop, and the mage lowered his arm as he took the suggestion into account. Of course, removing the trolls would ordinarily take priority, but the initial assault had to be dealt with in order to cause the chaos needed to enter the fray in the first place. It wasn't like he was daft enough to continue the onslaught; that'd ruin his mana supply above all else, after all.

"You act as if I could keep up a magical assault like that all day. If the knights are to enter the fray, then is sowing chaos into the enemy forces not a useful ploy to make it easier to do so?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders as he realized that Marianne's own assault had also stopped. As soon as he turned over, the young man took note of his companion's words and sighed.

[i]"There's only so much hot-bloodedness I can take in one day..."[/i] he thought to himself as both Marianne and her wolf charged into battle. In the end, it really did seem like focusing his efforts was the only thing left to do.

With another rapid incantation, Tiral stretched out his dagger once more, this time at a lone troll in the distance, before another wave of ice blades formed behind him and fired out. Unlike the last set, though, the weapons seemed to come out from a far smaller area at far greater a pace. The consumption of mana with this, at the very least, would be far less than it had been mere moments prior. Now, though, it was only a matter of if the weapons could pierce through and take the creature down.