There was no way to spare them all from the Spikes, not even if she could push her abilities. She looked up into the damning rain of the weapons with all the bitter recognition and revelation that came, but now wasn't time to sit and ponder her emotions. That would come swiftly later.
When the green slave spoke, she looked to him and the damage being to infect him. Making a decision in a moment, she pressed her palm over his forehead and willed the Old Power to heal him and repel the spikes as it did for her. "There is much to be done," she spoke and rushed off to handle the damage growing.