As the orcs pushed further into the north, Natsumi's attention was increasingly diverted toward their horde. She had dealt with the traitors in Vilpamolan first because of their proximity to her domain; but now she needed to do damage control on the army that those individuals had assisted in the first place. Containment of balance-disrupting forces was one of her self-appointed duties, after all; and, thus far, she had done a pretty shit job of maintaining containment for Tenebrim's wrath.
To remedy this bungle, Natsumi travelled to the highlands. She watched over the necromancer's horde, upon arrival, as it trekked through the narrow passages of that area, and she took careful consideration of all relevant facts before choosing how to proceed. The chokepoints were numerous, far greater than the amount of heroes that had arisen to confront the approaching army. Already there were two familiar faces on the field in the form of Cha'Kwe'Tza and the head of the Wyllmochvar Mage Academy; but, unfortunately, their miniature army and magics were insufficient to stem the tide at this point. There wasn't enough "umph" between the two, and so the Goddess intervened to cut off the serpent's head.
"Technically, that's my line," Natsumi said in Wyllmochvaran while suddenly and silently appearing next to Kazimir after he expressed how much he hated being right all the time. She was garbed in dark clothing, and wearing her public, deity mask to give off an air of mystery. The seamless manifestation of her visage was an ultimately frightening addition to an otherwise, already, terrifying situation."Rather large field of orcs, corpses, and chokepoints out the back end of a buffalo, isn't it Mr. Levin?" Sarcasm paired with casual undertone to make that statement, and the Goddess didn't really expect an answer from the high mage. She was just breaking the ice before continuing with, "Natsumi." She pointed a gloved finger at herself with this introduction, but quickly shifted attention to Yazgash and ilk with her thumb afterward. "Dead."
Now, normally one would expect someone speaking in such a manner as Natsumi to immediately attack the orcs. She, however, did not, and there was a very good reason as to why. She had promised a certain someone that he would get first blood, and the giant shadow of that someone was just now falling on the orc camp.
"It's Jack-a-boy time," shouted the energetic Boreas dragon as he sprayed ice breath on the unsuspecting army! The newest battle in this ravaging had begun, and the thus far victorious orcs were already suffering from their first, frozen casualties.
