human
Tinasha:  The titanic spell configuration, set aloft from the witch’s grasp, finished diverting the energy of the magical lakes and dissolved into the open air above. Now that her long incantation was finally over, Tinasha stared out at the former battlefield with placid eyes. The stench of blood and charred flesh clung heavily to the breeze. Burnt and motionless bodies lay facedown. Tinasha carefully partook of the brutal sight. Cries of agony and death still lingered in her ears, or perhaps the sound was in her mind. …It would be very easy to cry. Tinasha didn’t want to, though. Allowing her emotions to rise risked them overflowing and her losing control. No matter what she felt, Tinasha knew it didn’t change the fact that every death today was her fault—her burden. Those who survived were staring at Tinasha with a strange elation. It was the deep sort of emotion shared by comrades who fought side by side for a united cause. There were just as many—particularly those still cowering inside the barrier Tinasha had formed with the pieces of obsidian—who eyed her fearfully, however.
gpt
Pamyra and Renart:  Pamyra and Renart moved to shield their lady from those hostile gazes. They were covered in wounds from head to toe.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha cast them a look as if to say, It’s all right now. Her dark eyes landed on Nark, who’d come back. The man who alighted from the red dragon spotted her and wasted no time in rushing to her side. Tinasha awaited him in silence. A general from Gandona stopped Oscar before he could reach the witch.