Fenna stood with her spear in the hand, the end resting on the ground. Zigmund had fallen and Adam went in for the kill. She had never before witnessed an execution, but this was satisfying. The man who had caused them so much pain was going to die. Suddenly there was an explosion and Fenna was thrown away, like the others who had surrounded Zigmund. She came down on the ground hard and groaned, but was quick to get back on her feet. 

"Oh no..." their enemy stood once more. The rain... had it something to do with the rain? She looked down at her spear, the ice was already used up in their first attempt to defeat Zigmund. While the elemental damage she had partly absorbed from Zigmunds earlier attack was gone, she still remembered how it felt, much like the fire damage from before. Maybe? She tried to focus on it to infuse her spear again, but that failed. Her eyes darted over the field and while Clive and Barracker dealt with Zigmund, she rushed to MacKensie.

Fire or ice? Water puts fire out, ice freezes water, but Zigmund has ice abilities as well. The thoughts rushed through her mind as she joined her fellow ranger. "I don't know if this works," she said as she put her hand the bolts she could see. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment on the feeling of ice magic and transferred some of it onto twelve of the bolts. "I don't know if this will hurt him more or not, try it with one bolt. If it doesn't work, keep them for later."

After that she turned to the battlefield once more. It had not turned in their favour. Zigmund looked around until his attention was on her and there it remained. "Okay then..." she muttered. When it came to special abilities there wasn't much she could do right now, but she could keep Zigmund occupied for as long as she could. "Challenge accepted."

Her eyes moved to a tree behind Zigmund, she couldn't see Sil but she knew the falcon was there. [i]Wait for the right moment[/i] she thought, hoping Sil would understand. While Fenna wasn't sure if Sil's talons and beak could do much damage to this water ninja, the falcon was fast and a well-placed distraction could be the difference between life and death.

With her spear ready she rushed towards Zigmund, focussing on his movements. She knew he was fast and that he could disappear and re-appear with ease, but she had battled him before and she knew his movements better this time. And if he'd try some elemental magic on her, she knew that while there was a limit as to how often she could absorb it, she hadn't reached it yet.