As the chaos of the ensuing battle engulfs her, Cyria scans around to see where her talents might be needed.  Sasara seemed to have the mage back in the woods well in hand (more mouth, really), and Meera had stepped up to get in between Anastasia and the pig-lady.  The scorpion that Alura had shot wasn't going to be an issue to anyone after what had happened to her, and Yumina seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the enlargement spell that Cyria had provided her with.  That just left few others unaccounted for.<br/><br/>Of course, doing something like that in a fight was never something to do if one could afford it.  Watching the lizardwoman sprint under Yumina towards her and the orc approach Johan, Cyria watched her carefully.  Levelling her crossbow as Jutil started into what Cyria had suspected would be another declaration of self-superiority, the ending managed to catch her off-guard.  "Dodge what now?"  Although it made a certain amount of sense to have assumed that Jutil might be capable of this, the feeling of the wet, slimy, and worryingly<span style="font-style: italic">sticky</span>tongue sticking to her cheek was not one that Cyria particularly enjoyed.  Fortunately for her, it seemed that it didn't have quite the hold that would have been needed to draw her in, something that Cyria was very thankful of.<br/><br/>Taking a step back, Cyria looks to side only for her eyes to go wide as she sees what she can only assume were Johan's flailing legs quickly following the rest of his body into the orc's gullet.  That development left more than a few of their opponents free to act, most notably the rat spellcaster, and that wasn't something that Cyria was keen on seeing the results of.  Of course, there was also the issue of getting Johan out of his current predicament before the muscular orc's stomach rendered him to weak to resist.<br/><br/>"Sorry, no second chances, at least without me getting a chance to return the favor first!"  Taking a few steps to the side, Cyria was grateful that the lizard hadn't simply rushed her as the orc had likely done to Johan - close combat was absolutely not her forte, and there was little chance that she would have been able to fight her off.  Without someone close enough to interrupt her though, she had one spell in particular that could do wonders to tip the scales back in their favor.  Assuming, of course, that her targets didn't have the mental fortitude to withstand it.  Carefully lining up her targets, Cyria starts again with her chanting and rune-tracing, but the end result is far more obvious (and dramatic) then before, as a blindingly bright multi-hued burst of color washes out from her hands.  Designed entirely to overwhelm a victim's senses, it was quite effective against those who couldn't handle the sensory overload.<br/><br/>[ Moving to try to fit Jutil, Drogjee, and Rukil into the area of a<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/c/color-spray">Color Spray</a>, then casting said spell.  Not entirely sure if they'll all fit into it, so will go for Jutil and Drogjee if all three aren't available, and Jutil if  none of the other two are close enough.  Anyone inside will need to make a DC 17 Will save or suffer a whole boatload of status effects, which are listed on the spell's page. ]