Assess the battle.

The moment you take off and soar over the army, you catch Sen-nu behind you tuck the FONE into her bikini-like bottoms and slide down the hillside towards the battle as well. You take note of what was pointed out to you. The foe above may be dangerous, but you can't focus on that yet. The armoured one also may be an issue, but he hasn't done anything so far. Therefore, you rush towards the innocent bystanders.

Seven individuals armoured in chainmail, each with a spear and shield, are all that protects at least a dozen regular folk back near and inside a caravan of wagons. The horses are in a state of panic, and soon may free themselves and disappear, or worse, get themselves killed by the enemy. It's looking bad.

You appear before them as a mysterious, ghostly figure. There really is no way to not spook them further. Still, you call out, "Hey! Everybody stay calm. My people are wiping out the Witch of Decay's army, and they'll rescue you all any moment. Just hold strong!"

"... Wh-Who are you?!" a man calls out shortly before a skeleton's sword clashes with his shield.

"He must be with the others," the woman next to him answers. "I heard Lady Tedrilui is there. He must be her ally."

What am I supposed to be doing? I'm glad I can check in on everybody, but I can't do anything to help. They don't need tactics right now. They need an extra sword.

Just then, you hear a cacophony of screams. Multiple bodies crash down against the rooftops of carriages, causing not only the people to panic, but the horses of buck and scream out in a fit of panic. They're winged yet not. The creatures are but skeletons of giant birds with only a few feathers still on their bones, yet despite that, they can still fly. Their putrid talons tear at the wood and canvas. The guards turn, but they also fear breaking formation.

Then you hear another voice shout aloud, but it isn't a tone of fear. It's rage. "Celestial... Blast!" The spell leaves beyond a trail burned into the soil. Several undead are vaporized in an instant by gold and silver flames. Yaera Tedrilui sprints forth, straight past several other foes she chooses to ignore. "No harm will come to those travellers, Witch of Decay!" She spins her great staff above her head, and then thrusts it towards the direction she's running. "Celestial Blast!"

Unfortunately, a lack of power isn't her issue. Plenty fall, though she hurries far away from her allies. You wince as a skeleton successfully lasts a bony swipe to her arm. Then, an arrow sticks in her shoulder. No matter what, she keeps going. She'd rather fall than fail to protect those in need.

But then she's stopped. The armoured man makes his move.

Though not taller than a normal human, he's clad from head to toe in black plate textured like rotten flesh. He carries a tower shield as well as a war hammer.

"Don't worry, elf-lady!" Mipa shouts. She spins around in a frenzy with her set of a dual axes, and screams aloud a battle cry. "Steel Tornado! Iron Twister!" And much to your surprise, the impact to the armoured man's leg causes him to wince.

Sen-nu then lunges onto his back. Her second body grabs his shield and says, "Why are you so loud?"

"I thought I'd start naming my attacks, but I can't decide on which names to use."

"Everyone! The caravan!" Yaera shouts in distress.

She's hurt and she doesn't care. There aren't many undead left, but now they have to contend with some kind of death knight. The Witch of Decay hasn't even been confronted yet, and spellcasters can be the most dangerous of all. Then there's the thing watching us from above. I need to do something! I feel so useless right now.

A young man falls from one of the carriages to the ground, gasping as an undead bird stares down at him light a delicious, squirming worm to devour, even if it no longer has a stomach to digest.

Finally, one of the guards breaks from the others. She runs towards the rest to help. She waves her arms up above her head, shouting, "Me! Attack me, you foul creature! Over here!" And unfortunately, it works.

It's going to kill her, you think to yourself. You can tell. It's going to swoop down and tear her to pieces with deadly claws.