To most of the soldiers, it was as though an angel had descended upon them.
Yennefer's silver hair was glowing in the sun, her golden staff held high with unparalleled grace.
But even as she had defended them, she was not invincible. A drop of sweat glided down her cheek. She had obviously been strained by that attack.
"Brave Heart." She whispered as though it were a song, and suddenly all the knights and mages that had been on the floor, terrified, shot up to their feet, filled with renewed vigour.
Even the grand marshal could feel the effects of the spell.
Her colder companion, the one with fiery red hair stepped forward. Her eyes which were normally green were now a fierce gold, as though touched by divinity, and each step carried more weight than they should have.
"Please step back, Marshal." She said calmly, and then her aura flared.
