The battle became bloody at times on the side of the players on the hill, mostly devoid of magic, unable to heal themselves and even less others; only their mere fighting skills allowed them to survive.
On the front, the rankers gave their best to survive; there was nobody without wounds, and there were no faces without fatigue. Elsine alternated her volleys among the main body of the troops, and others, merely deterrents to prevent the matriarch from attacking her friends on the ground with all her power and weight.
