She had to cut through the smaller ones so they wouldn't hassle Teja and Charles. She continued murmuring words in quiet Thalassian, dark purple smoke ebbing from her fingertips and reanimating the fallen. Shouting commands, she pointed fallen Klokateers and demons at the same targets.
Tired and panting, she didn't stop fighting herself, still moving and killing more enemies, all but dancing and flipping around. She saw the larger one bleed on Charles and couldn't help a gravelly cheer of her own.