Speak The Words

Stride through the battlefield.  Ignore the arrows, bolts, and javelins that rain down on you like a hurricane.  The wards will hold.  Let them do their work, focus on your own.

Step over the corpses.  Do not trip, do not falter.  You cannot fail, not here.  Not now.  Primary objective is ahead-  Trebuchet encampment.  A stone the size of a carriage is hurled skyward, intended target: you. Reach out your hand, speak the words.  Program the ether, every intonation shaping the spell, giving it life and purpose.  Foster it with your mind, let your will slide into its, merge and become one with the destruction at your fingertips.  Feel it straining for release from your hand, feel it tug at the leash of reality. This is good. It will be a good spell.  Speak the final word, and with a gesture send it on its way.

The crackling purple light of your spell catches their man-made meteorite at its apex, and it explodes into a shower of millions of stoney shards.  Each comes down with the fury of a bowman's draw, piercing the soldiers betwixt you and your target.  Some are killed instantly, most are relagated to painful suffering.

Do not break stride now, the trebuchets await.  Begin the song of your next spell.  Let the destruction flow from you.  Ride the crashing wave of power.

Pray you are not consumed by it.