As I watched Bri fire her arrows two at a time as accurately as the tides and Paddy weild the blades in both hands striking everything he struck out against, I almost felt useless, then there was Artemis, her wings glowing like sunshine as she concentrated all of her energy on her spells, and I lifted up my hands chanting and delivering every destructive spell I could think of, ogre's were hit with arrows, slashed, and thanks to spells exploded and yet they kept coming, we killed scores and yet they kept coming. I heard Misha calling Abram and I just hoped we could hold on until he came, and among all the maddness what struck me as odd, was Bri calling for Belo. I knew he was a dead Ferrigan, but how did she know him? My thoughts were struck short as I had a battle to fight.