Maura, still in her direbear form, gives a fearsome roar, as Daminor continues his bardsong, (which is insanely overpowered in massive fights, like this. Every soldier in earshot get the +2) though he's ready to use magic as soon as the battle is closed. Cerul only nods, drawing her swords, notched and bloodied from the long battle.<br/><br/>The sorceress laughs. "I don't think you heard the good general, dear. He challenged you, so you're all his! And, me? I'm not going anywhere."<br/><br/>With a battlecry, Kharn uses his best remaining spell, which he'd been saving for just this moment, Divine Power, while the warpriest targets Draiss with a Dispel Magic, intending to strip away as many buffs as he can, while the sorceress laughs, targets Cerul with a Ray of Enfeeblement, and moves behind the wall of muscle that moves forward to assist the Wyrmlord. Maura charges, aiming for the lieutenant priest, and Cerul moves in to start handling the ogres, several of the soldiers and elves that have survived coming in to assist them with the ogres.