After the brief jetstream Sabine conjured with the use of her frost magic, she gave herself a moment to refocus beyond the pounding of her heart. She had to check her amazement at the spell working more or less as intended. Following Meesei's lead, she carefully aimed and fired smaller explosive spells at valuable enemies. Even if they were not brought low by such measures, they were slowed, distracted, and otherwise made vulnerable.

The spiderlings were far beyond the view of the tower. They were the problem of the people on the ground.

As if trained this very scenario, one word barked out with magical volume from Rossarm's mouth that every one of his mages (and a few of the Dominion soldiers) tensed at immediately.

"SPIDERLINGS!"

The teams of warding mages, already spread from Rossarm's formation to protect the lines, switched roles. The two up front of each team remained warding while the other two worked together to take a deep steaming frost magic between their hands and spread it upon the ground in front of them. A number of Dominion troops reformed their charge to perform a similar magic. The effect started as a chill at the charging warriors' feet, but rapidly grew into a low carpet of white cloud that encrusted the grass and dirt in a layer of crunching rimefrost. It would not stop all of the spiderlings, but the small bodied creatures were hard pressed to not freeze at the joints and find themselves in the path of many rapidly advancing armoured boots.

It was a pivotal moment, then, with the allied mages occupied, that the combined attackers began to see their fierce momentum slow.