There was no time to see if Zell and James were okay.  She had to keep fighting.  But she couldn't help but glimpse down at the battlefield as she reloaded between shots.  The swordsman and wizard's antics were beyond dumb.  Ridiculous.  But she couldn't deny their bravery.  Those two.  All of the group, in fact.  They'd all been whisked away from their own world, through death or other means, and now they were stuck in a horror show.  But they were dealing with it.  Forging forward without looking back.

[i]Qui n’avance pas, recule[/i]: The words of warriors. Of visionaries.  Of heroes.  In this world, the last world or the next.

The fighting atop the wall became easier as she supported the townguards who had turned the momentum against the skeletons and were now applying their own pressure.  Her body responded automatically.  In her mind, she was feeling a sense of kinship to those like her - the ones who came from the coffins.  Even the buffoon, Zell, she counted among them.  Something instinctual told her that they should all stay together, no matter what happens.  That the bonds they were forging should not be broken, if they were to get through this ordeal.

[i]Stick together.[/i]  Adam had told them all this very thing, before the fighting had begun.  Funny how the youngest of them had immediately pried out this jewel of wisdom from the chaos.  James was already strategizing combat plans in real time, out thinking the enemy to become proactive instead of reactive.  Arthur was weilding such strength that he could single-handedly hold off a monster.  All of their group had strengths that they contributed.  But what was her own strength?  Perhaps she would find out in due time.  Now was simply not the time for doubts or misgivings.  Not the time to mourn the friends and family that was lost to her.

[i]Let's just get through this and I'll have a cry about it later,[/i] she thought to herself as she jumped for a good angle and shot a skeleton over the shoulder of a townguard.  The defender looked back at her and gave a thumbs up in gratitude.  She nodded briskly with a 'hmph' and reloaded for another.

When the purple beams shot out in all directions, everyone on the wall paused to see it.  Even the skeletons stopped to take notice.  And then the undead creatures started fleeing - clambering over the battlements to get out of the settlement or running away, along the wall to the town gate.  This made the townguard surge with triumphant roars and a new breath of life as they cut down the raiders.  Mackensie took the breather to look out onto the battlefield and see that the ogres were still fighting back.  [i]Time to support.[/i]

MacKensie ran and fell from the wall, nosediving towards the ground and flipping at the last second to land in a three-point stance.  From there she burst into a sprint towards the action.  She came upon the Armoured Ogre who'd just struck Adam...

"Adam, no!"

...but he appeared to be fine.  A little shaken and pained, but hale and ready to fight back.  As the vines started to come up out of the ground, MacKensie took the opportunity to attack herself, skidding to halt next to her plant-wielding comrade, and firing off a barrage of shots, aimed at the Armoured Ogres eyes.