Ysaryn had felt the wards Ruli made rise and take effect, the slight tingling on her neck warning her about what was ahead. Her throat burned, the insults she'd hurled in elvish at their enemy keeping her focused, keeping her head in the game. How many whose blood soaked her blades, she didn't know, but she was satisfied with the look in their eyes before the fell before her. The confusion in being set upon by such a strange looking woman speaking an unknown language. 

When Myka and Narda began to speak, gesturing further into the fields, Ysaryn, retreated a few steps, watching their lines, listening with one ear. "Magic." The elf called to echo Narda. "I can sense it. It is not so strong, but is doing a purpose." She took her eyes off the line for a moment to look their way. Just as Myka pointed toward the gates, where she knew from the discussions that Ruli and Gavin would be. The elf hissed, retreating further from the line to peer in the direction Narda pointed. Her fuchsia eyes narrowed as she gazed, trying to judge the distance and how many she'd take. "A few trips." Ysaryn answered, her eyes moving over the [i]Wenches[/i] next. "Come to me." She extended her hand, taking Narda and a handful first, then returning for Myka and more. 

"Fucking archers." Ruli swore, ducking with Gavin behind the statue, his hand pressed to his helmet. It was fucking hard to see out of these things. Zeke would give him hell for lifting the visor, though. Barely registering the mental note to tell Gavin not to mention the action to the soldier back home, the lad lept out of the shadow and cut a Gemini down. Having not even heard the man approach, Ruli was grateful at least one of the two of them was paying attention. 
"Breathe." Ruli instructed, seeing the glimpse of panic on Gavin's face. He didn't give Gavin more time to do anything more; he grabbed Gavin's wrist, Kire's sword in his left hand, and ran again, dragging their pursuers in a diagonal across the lawn.

On the outside of the wards, where the Gemini met Kire's army, Ruli caught a flicker of movement and spotted a blur of pink. [i]Ysaryn.[/i] He turned, yanking Gavin sideways, heading toward them. 
Ysaryn, having taken a handful of trips and dragging five times as man [i]Wenches[/i], braced her hands on her knees to for air into her lungs. For the moment, surrounded by the armed battalion, she was safe and felt comfortable enough in lowering her gaze.