[At the head of the mage battalion, Lysithea gives short, sharp orders as the melee soldiers do battle. Where the frontline defenders are able to assault, her mages provide supportive firepower. Arcs of lightning, shards of ice, and gouts of flame fly through the air.
But it is clear that the bulk of her mage corps are holding back, casting only simple spells as they await their chance to strike. Lysithea, too, is holding on to her incantations... Here in her memory, she has every bit the firepower that was bestowed upon her by the power of her twin crests, even if some had been stripped from her in Trench.
She watches Vira-Lorr carefully and awaits the sixth shot.]
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But it is clear that the bulk of her mage corps are holding back, casting only simple spells as they await their chance to strike. Lysithea, too, is holding on to her incantations... Here in her memory, she has every bit the firepower that was bestowed upon her by the power of her twin crests, even if some had been stripped from her in Trench.
She watches Vira-Lorr carefully and awaits the sixth shot.]