Jayne agrees that towers are well within her creative liberties, seeing as her mount can climb like no ones business...  So she calls her trusty companion from his shadowy home and astrides him to walk the trail in preparation for the assault to come.  Jayne glowed with a commanding energy as she called to some of the crossbowmen and detailed to them her plan.  She asked for close cover fire as she rose high above a tower to take it from above....  With a wink and a quick, 'Hells yes it will work!!' to each concerned about her not widely known plan, she clambered on upon her large mount.  The creaking of its scales amongst the others rustling along with the leaves about them.<br/><br/>As she rode, she would concentrate upon her magical abilities, and about her she would weave a mystical layer of armor, glistening hot white.  Next she would focus upon her fist and pray for the divine certainty that her blow would connect.  With all her preparatory spells in place, she would quickly stalk to the line and size up the landscape.