Surveying the field, Tor let out a soft sigh, her dark locks falling around her shoulder as she watched the caravan leader flee into the sanctuary that had been placed up, sure the animals would fit, but no one had time any longer to guide them inside. With a soft curse of exasperation, she began to speak out into the sounds of battle, her fingers dancing fluidly once more as her eyes began a soft glow. She felt the warmth coaxing at her skin, edging to be released as the end of her incantation came closer. As the words ended, she felt a rush of warmth flow out, not only through herself but towards her allies as she reached for her blade, unsheathing it should she need to protect herself. Already she was devising a plan of action thinking on her next move.<br/><br/>Action:<br/><br/>Cast Mass Bull Strength +4 to Strength