Explosion of fireball, unsealed from the magic jewel, sent with fiery death and destruction a wave of scorching air, banishing cloud of dust and smoke and clearing field of battle. The gust of wind brought scent of burned flesh and leather to the nostrils of combatants. Pure volume of it could tell that there aren't much survivors. And it would not be far from truth.
The place, where the first of the soldiers was unfortunate to see effect of spell right in front of him, had left only a crater with pile of melted metal near it. Around the epicenter of the inferno were sprawled bodies of nearly dozen and half of the platoon. Some of them were still alive, blind, fatally wounded, feeling the fires licking their wounds and screaming. Soon, after long time, their cries will go silent.
Thrallawin did not expect power of explosion to shake her that profoundly. As weak as she was, just shear wind knocked her to the ground. Hardly recovering from impact, girl struggled to stand to see surrounds. She did not feel remorse as she looked at the corpses of the drow, her captors and torturers. Only cries gave some measure of guilt. Shaking her head, rouge concentrated on finding a weapon to fight the survivors. She had to turn back to the unconscious drow who was nearest to her to see if there was anything else to use. Half-human had no wish to try another explosion.
Searching the body, she found dagger in the boot and pried it out. Looking around for nearest threat, woman crept on the grass to the one of three men standing. He looked hurt and disoriented, but still capable of killing. Standing up and striking, her frail figure received hard slam from him as he turned around and rushed at her. Half-drow wanted to yelp, but could not. Black pupils seen that he was blind, but fighter was strangely aware of her movement. It was certainly not promising situation.
Standing up, his chin covered with burns, the young commander of drow squad looked at the situation with dismay. Already at the start of the encounter, they lost much of the manpower. Only three warriors were left, blinded most likely. And there was no sign of the wizard who did all this. Odds were not on his side. There was no other choice.
"Defensive measures: unleash darkness!" Issuing the desperate command, he looked at the priestess, who had time to recover from the blast, and thrown his sai at her, thinking of dark globe to appear in place he designated. Right ahead of him, dome of impenetrable shroud appeared. Disappearing in it, he waited the others to try to follow on his voice. He did not choose this point for nothing. Taking scorched backpack from one of the corpses, he took out the scroll hidden in his inner pocket and started to chant, remembering the spell he used every day. Shaking off the grogginess, males moved to their leader in hurried sprint. One of them fell behind, tripping over the half-burned skeleton of his teammate. When remaining fighters leaped in darkness, sudden surge of arcane energy shook dimension. Then, came silence. Only groan of warriors left behind were the reminder of what happened.
Not able to even groan, Thrallawin hissed for breath, feeling completely empty. She could not understand why it suddenly went so quiet and why she was alive. She could not move, let alone lift a finger. Wanderer wanted nothing more than not thinking about the drow around her. Eyelids were closing. She did her best, but it seems like she is coming back to caverns.