The fight had managed to die down and now the majority of military men collected around the splinters of the bell tower's remains. Most of the citizens had returned to hiding within the base of it which had managed to avoid being completely destroyed as the military continued to work on barricading the area. It was well over fifteen minutes that the enemy had escaped and the Omnia military was prepping for their final counter attack working quickly to form any form of defense they could managed. Myra herself was perfectly conditioned and ready for battle but she noticed most men around her were half wounded, sweaty and overworked. They would never survive another assault from the enemy. They needed help and she knew where she would get it, grabbing a nearby man by the front of his chest plate and bringing his face close to hers she shouted again which she realized was the only way these military men would respond to anything [b]"Listen we need to tap into the citizen's strength we simply don't have enough power. So this is the plan.."[/b] she began to explain how to position the citizens to help repel the attack before ordering the man to set it up. He was off quickly in an attempt to finish these last minute preparations when the sound of angry men could be heard. A man on one of the higher rooftops blew a loud whistle alerting everyone the enemy was closing in, he held up five fingers twice signalling they have about ten minutes. Myra cursed under her breath and took off to help with the last minute preparations.

By the time the enemy arrived, they stood at the end of a long row of homes connected to one another. This street would force both the enemy and the Omnia military to have one way out which most likely would end up in one side being brutally slaughtered as they retreat. One of the captains of the military stood beside Myra who gripped her staff white knuckled as the silence fell over everyone. The enemy Jurguard warriors bellowed out a shout and begin to charge in their arrogance, causing a slight smirk to go across her face. Halfway down the road she raised her staff and tapped it once on the ground causing sparks to emit across the staff, a signal. Instantly all the windows on either side of the road burst open as citizens began throwing objects at the enemy who slowed their charge to avoid being pelted. The majority of objects were simple rocks and chunks of debris while others were tossing spears or knives into them. The main objective however was to mask the small clay jars holding oils which were included in this. The enemy huddled together as men with shields attempted to block the debris, eventually coming to a stop as the citizens seemed to dwindle out of things to toss. The Jurguard warriors began howling in laughter as they looked at one another stained in juices, small cuts and unknown to them oil. A man stepped forward featuring a strange headdress with horns adorning it and spoke with a deep voice [b]"Is this your last attempt she-witch? A ragtag group of women and children throwing trash and a quarter of the surviving military? Wouldn't you rather just surrender yourself over to us and enjoy yourself with pleasures as we slaughter this town."[/b] Myra simply looked the man up and down with disgust before muttering [b]"Screw you."[/b] she raised her staff causing a man behind her to pull his bow back and fire, utilizing a form of magic to ignite the arrow as it left his bow. The faces on every warrior began to turn white as the arrow neared and struck the ground, instantly igniting the whole area and more than half the men who screeched in horror as their flesh melted unable to remove the oils that soaked them before. 

With that Myra muttered a few phrases and channeled air to localize in her palm before she began to charge. As the rest of the military fell in behind her she released the compacted air from her hand which fanned the flames and caused the horrific screams to intensify. Very few of the enemy warriors still stood to put up a fight as the wall of fire behind them burned their allies. They were caught between the tips of the Omnia military's weapons and the massive flames which threatened to consume them, it was less of a battle and simply a massacre as every single soldier was torn apart at the end of swords and spears. Myra sat down at the edge of the road breathing heavily as the last of the enemy was finally put down with the fires still smoldering some corpse. She pushed herself up and walked over to the captain who had helped lead the men, [b]"You got it from here right? The city is clear?"[/b] he nodded trying to seem as aloof as possible while still maintaining respect for the girl who had single-handedly defended his home. Myra figured the man remained silent from the embarrassment of not being able to lead his men on a level with this girl causing her to roll her eyes and begin walking off towards the water, where Leon still fought. 

From here on the edge of the waters she could see the faint figures moving about as they fought, upon seeing the massive tentacles lashing at Leon she began to feel something in her throat tighten. The man he was fighting appeared to be some powerful warrior who had just as many abilities as Leon and more years to perfect them. The fight between them was clearly intense and as much as Myra wanted to help she realized she was completely wiped of energy, the little fox beside her who had been forced out of the last fight from lack of energy yawned as the city burned around the pair. It was within all this chaotic moment, where the buildings in the distance burned and the smell of blood filled the air she realized what she had been raised for. Isaac had kept her hidden from all this to keep her from forming opinions and to make her a good person, he taught her everything she needed and left her the tools to learn everything else. He raised her to help this world get back on track, but how could he expect her to do this? Tears began welling up in her eyes causing her to feel quite selfish, Leon was out there risking his life for everyone and she was too weak to help. Within seconds she was sobbing, but couldn't figure out why. Possibly for her master, or for how life turned out to be, it could even be the fear of being alone yet again if Leon loses, whatever it was the world clearly was too unforgiving to give her any form of comfort.