Nyana wasn't planning on doing anything until a special case arrives. 

The elf boy was atrociously normal. Any sort of suffering that would come to him would be unoptimal, almost useless. The cosmic equation that Nyana worshipped called for the human species, he was physically useless to her. As cute as he was and how awesome it would’ve been to see the bones in his face crushed, to see the blonde roots of his hair turn red as claws scrape against his scalp. He was yawnfully innocent. 

[i][center][b]You shall purify all who is labeled under the act of required baptism without endangering innocence around you [/b][/center][/i]
Next came a blur.

Tempting. It was some sort of human creature with a communion of flight and speed. The equation accepts the oddly dressed creature, but only partially. She looked quite dense, as flying brawlers usually were. Durable creatures can still feel pain. As one can vividly imagine a scenario where minions are continuously summoned inside of a resilient human. What would happen? How many beautiful minions would it cost until the crushed bodies accumulated so much that their throat clogged with sloppy organs and wrinkled bones? Nyana didn’t have that calculation yet, it would be a great theory to study. To ask her directly or test. However the flying super human might be useful and decided to let her live/help. 

Next was a small fairy thing that tasted purple. Ignore. Just like the cute blonde boy, her life did not matter to Nyana. Studies have shown that 97% of human children feel an immense amount of pain when cute creatures like the small thing died in front of them. Nyana however could not do such a thing herself, it went against the laws of Sheegigro. If the small thing were to be suddenly pounced and mauled by a wolf in front of children? She questions herself if she would help as it would be a natural occurrence.  Or would she be punished for not protecting the non-human? 

Then there was the human sheriff. Pure filth. With a devilishly cute attitude she confronted him.[color=fff200][b] “You, stay with my third ranks”[/b][/color] trying to isolate him to herself. As far as she knew she was the only one with [b][Warfare F] [/b]It was obvious that they had to defend their position but did the group know how? It was up to the priestess to command. [color=fff200][b]“Hello, new friends!”[/b][/color] She announced proudly. [color=fff200][b]“Any tanky people? To the front please, accompanied with anyone with crowd control tactics to support.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200][b]“When the frontline dies or falls, we will have a second formation behind to retreat to.” [/b][/color]The [b][First Order x5][/b] in unison begin to form the second defensive line standing about 3 meters apart. Their spears firm in their hands just as their friendly smiles. Some of them wave. [color=f7941d][b]“Pleasure to die with y’all!”[/b][/color] Cheerful smirks unfading. 

[center][img]https://imgur.com/HZzS8jg.jpg[/img][/center]

[color=fff200][b]“When the second formation begins to fall? They will fall back to the third rank and hold ground. The third rank will support with ranged attacks the entire battle.”[/b][/color]
With a swoosh of her staff, Nyana summons [b][Golden Vessels x5][/b]. Five devoted spirits from the abyss construct themselves from an ominous yellow light that mimicked holy affinities. What came was a group of female mages that was just as harmonious and pretty as herself and the other minions.[color=f7941d][b] “We are summoned?”[/b][/color] Some of them look around unaware of the situation. [color=f7941d][b]“Golly, looks like we got ourselves in a bit of a jiffy!”[/b][/color] The mages gleefully prepare getting into a third defensive formation with their sisters. Staves at the ready and aimed at battle. 



[center]“SUMMON GOLDEN VESSELS”

Magic - F, Minions - GOLDEN VESSELS- F, Staff Catalyst - F - Action 1, Cooldown 0. 
Nyana Zulgrim Summons 5x Golden Vessels awaiting her command. They are mages with an affinity of light.[/center]

Nyana staying back in the third ranks to support and refresh her minions whenever needed. There was plenty more loyal servants that she had in her pocket but she decided to save her mana. Coming closer to the sheriff, her telepathic siren sisters gazed at him with awe. [color=f7941d][b]"Such a strong man! So handsome!"[/b][/color] A siren pleasurably states, slowly reaching for him. Catching the attention of the mages, they take a sneak peek at him, blushing.
[b][color=fff200]“No touching.” [/color][/b] gently slapping the sirens hand away from him. [color=fff200][b]"He's mine for later."[/b][/color]

Siren Sisters 5/5
First Order 5/5 
Golden Vessels 5/5