What sounded like a freight train roared over Alison's head. The opportunistic knight was there one moment, gone in the next, a mere limb all that remained. Blinking, she slowly got to her feet, blinked, and shook her head. 

This was getting ridiculous. 

Refocusing, she took in the situation. The battle was slowly but surely turning. The enemy was simply far more numerous than anyone had anticipated, and no amount of disruption, sabotage, or subterfuge was going to stem the unending tides of undead. She hated this. People could be chaotic, unpredictable at times, but at least she knew how humans reacted. What strings to pull, what directions to push that chaos. 

This fight, however, was something else entirely. Enemies that did not break when things got tough. Men twisted by dark magics and beasts who came from unnatural origins. 

This was a fight she was not built for. But it was still a fight, and Alison deeply hated losing. 

"THIS IS JAMES SIRUIS! ALL UNTIS RETREAT! MOVE ONTO THE NEXT PART OF THE PLAN!"

The call echoed in her mind, clearing her head. They weren't done just yet. With a deep and controlled sigh, she ran back, linking up with Kerensa and falling back to the next rally point.