Syiera gasped and threw up a secondary spell to reinforce the shield as he threw the missile toward it. No one had manifested the power to make the shield ripple, much less buckle the way it did, in more than a thousand years. But that attack made her eyes open to the fact that if he could do that, then he could probably tear the shield down for a straight on attack. They would never survive if that were to happen!<br/><br/>As soon as his mount turned away to his camp, Syeira turned to her sister.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040ff">âPya, itâs up to you if you want to come with me. Iâm going down to talk to a couple of my captains about leading a head on attack on them now. But if you donât want to come, then I understand. I want you safe, but that's completely up to you.â</span>She hugged Pya before she took off, racing down the stairs to the war room.