"O Jaws of Flame. Devour everything!" The sorceress cried out. With the snap of a finger, a dragon spiral from her hand, burning every soldier in her path. Once more, a violet dragon spiraled in a wheel in front of her, burning the knights who thought to take her from behind. Two of her fellow casters had her back for that. They were actually fine, for once. Seeing some of the mages taking to the front lines with their spells and golems, and healers tending to the wounded... She was rather impressed. All the same, she wasn't about to fall back or let herself get killed in combat. At least not today. After all, this was the more doable training and fun she might have needed.<br/><br/>That was when she heard a yelp of pain. Before another enemy soldier could drawn in on the source, Cressa shouted furiously, which soon caught his attention. She pulled out a violet tome, and as the knight raised his sword, his face starting to twist with nervousness. A dark light shined above him as he suddenly began to weaken and cry in pain. The light soon floated to her hands as she got close to the source of the sound. She was walked over to the girl who was covering her wound, her hand glowing violently with violet. "Hold still," She said, channeling her power into the archer's leg. The dark power flowed from Cressa's hand, coiling around the archer's leg like a snake wrapping around its prey. The wound would slowly close and the bleeding would end. "It isn't much, but it should get you back on your feet. Think you can stand?" She asked, holding out her hand to help the archer.