Rally your troops and fight!

You cannot in all conscience abandon your comrades to their doom. Frankly you may not survive alone, perhaps you can break the enemy lines and escape together. But in any case they deserve their commander to at least try.

You draw up your deceptively slender form and lift one of your knives skywards. The azure sky contains almost no cloud, and yet from nowhere a double volley of blue lightning earths itself to your blade. Your magnified voice rings out unnaturally loudly, it’s feminine tones confident and powerful.

“TO ME ELVES! FOR THE QUEEN AND ELANTRIA!”

There is an answering roar from all friendly to your cause as they throw off their engaged foes and move toward you with renewed spirit.