"You're late, Jing." A high pitched, tiny voice said from the midst of the crowds, herself struggling to break through the tide of worries and flesh that was escaping from the vanguard and the orcs, where a line of Knights still valiantly stood. Thanks to her nimbleness she was not trampled, but she managed to reach the frontlines, a bag in her hand.

She eyed the crashing waves of the horde, as she mysteriously pulled something from the bag. Maybe something that could change the tide of war? Some kind of secret weapon? No. Just an apple, which she promptly and greedily bit, filling her cheeks with sweet and crunchy apple pulp, much to the incredulous stare of knights and several people who surrounded her.

"What is a kid doing here?? Shoo shoo!" Someone said.

"Fancy an apple? Well, I guess not. Alright." She said to herself as she pointed a dainty little hand to the Orc columns, behind the lines of Shields. Arcane words were whispered, and a small giggle came from her lips.

"This is going to smell...a bit." She said, as out of nowhere, sizeable orbs of fire appeared from her hands, and flung in an arc, burst and scatter aminds the thick of the Orc horde. Being so many cluttered together made such easy targets, weren't they?