Pya clutched her sister's arm, hearing the men being slaughtered, she held her hand over her pouch of herbs and whispered in Latin, "turpis bestia may poena ingero vos."<i>Foul beast, may pain inflict you</i>It was the only spell she knew that was the exact opposite of healing. It was not a direct attack, merely one that would inflict pain over time, starts as a gradual heat and then increases ten fold. The metal would sear the skin and he would have terrible burns all over his body.<br/>Pya looked at her sister, "Syiera; don't attack again, least not with your spells. You wouldn't want to be drained." She stepped forward, "Why would it have been a job to come and find us?" she said cockily. "It's not like it's hard to find one princess and one queen. With men surrounding them." she began to play the waiting game.