Shyeal was in her element more or less. Her favored enemy was goblins and she was a mob hunter ranger so she was sending arrow after arrow down the battlefield, the ice enchantment was probably enough of a boost to make them go down as they rounded her spells radius, helping hold the line. She wasn't sure where Cheerwind took off to, and was a little worried about her much smaller friend. She wasn't able to focus long though, and upon hearing the translation via Mneta she'd echo the warning in common, elvish and whatever other languages she knew.<br/><br/>Shyeal was not prepared for the raw destruction the ships weapons inflicted, she dropped an arrow in shock as a raging pillar of flame ravaged and destroyed their enemies only able to utter "By the gods..." It took her a moment to recover from seeing the destruction as she heard it fire again, looking around for any soon to be prisoners nearby, she'd bind them if needed though the army was probably going to deal with them. It was already over, and perhaps the most carnage she would ever witness happen so fast. She turned to mneta and couldn't help but ask "What manner of weapon was that?!" Shyeal had no concerns about the ones retreating, they would tell the story of...whatever that was, and she couldn't even imagine them dare challenge it again.