"Good, good! Don't let up!" Tiral shouted out as he watched the trolls slowly attempt to refocus their attention on the rearguard. While one was already slowly moving at the ground, the other seemed to just be torn between staying or going—ironic enough, given how they were probably too dull-witted at the moment to think beyond 'swing weapon at object in front of self'. This, of course, gave the archers and other magicians more than enough room to casually fire away. As Tiral continued to survey the battlefield from atop his horse, though, the slight glint of unnatural purple light caused him to freeze up. It took only a moment to estimate where it was headed, and his face immediately tensed up as he leaped off of his horse and pointed his dagger out at it.

"Position... Target... Gods be damned, I think I'll have to try this one," he swore under his breath before beginning to chant as fast as he could under his breath. As soon as it was complete, the mage shot out a small bolt of ice at his target, and not a moment too soon; just as the magical projectile could've gone through the Captain, the bolt of ice managed to collide with it. In that instant, the ice seemed to deform and curve, redirecting the magical attack towards the troll instead. Left in its wake, of course, was what looked to be a flower made from ice.

"...Huh. Irregular magical composition combined wi—oh, whatever, that's not important now. Men, keep firing! Focus on our initial target! I'll handle the one near the Captain!" he shouted, getting back on his horse before resuming his earlier tactic.