Ru almost regrets laughing in the face of Yael’s absurd suggestions - an army of bones?

Her accented voice rears pointedly when the earth cracks open, unveiling what their hard work has reaped. The girl stands at the edges, eyes blank and heart steady when Kaos reveals itself.

We are already too late. Too foolish. She lets out a breath of disbelief, when the God of the Earth makes no effort to confront the devil. The phantom, disembodied in the marshes, has already sunk their presence here – something keeps her still as the violence erupts.

Nothing appears to dismember what is already dead; every effort is wasted, as the creature attacks without avail. She is all together mesmerized and horrified by how easily upturned their world has become. It is not until the horrible crunch of Nyx’s body that the girl snaps outside of her mind. No longer observing, she suddenly finds herself amidst the battle – a permanent frown on dusky features.

The voice that enters in her head, nearly pulls her back. She takes to the sky, trying to observe and glean as much as she could. If only they knew more about the nature, and the mechanics of Kaos’ magic; they stood hell of a better chance, than wearing themselves out, with no progress to show for their efforts.

As she makes a wide berth, the feathered mare can’t seem to look beyond the darkness that gleams from the tall spire. The strange symbols throb, now and then, as Kaos’ voice breaks out between their efforts. Perhaps they should heed the warnings. Regroup, save their strength for a critical assault. Not one that is wasted, and clearly risking the lives of equids who might aid in such an assault.

With the heralding of Temobovu’s voice, the girl hisses underneath her breath and makes to land on the edges of the gathering group. Ducking her head just as a claw makes to swipe at them, bearing a nail that punctures her flesh from across her back. It is a shallow burn that catches the mare off guard. Staggering back and glaring among those who had stayed. There are lights that flicker beside her as the emotions coalesce inside her. As wonder and stupidity flock within and beyond her – anger, caution, frustration – because she cannot clearly voice her concerns with the others.

She snaps her gaze to @Toulouse, and cries out in agreement. We have yet to attack it, in any case! She growls in the expanse of her mind. The lights that flick in and about her lengthen as various beams – but the girl is obviously unconcerned, or unaware of their presence or heavy hums.

The mare shifts, taking in @Lyanna and approaches by bumping her wing to her side. There are children that begin to cry, and mewl; there are the children, who are helped by others – she makes to glance at their efforts, but believes they are being taken care of.

She stands beside her friend instead, whickering to her – pledging, that she would stand by her side. And waits on the others for any attempt to take out the spire.

The creature would not succumb to any more of their efforts. But in any case, she would defend her friend. With a steely gaze she searched for @Roskuld  – having lost her figure in the throng of bodies, and cowering children.