"W-We're losing," [i]Elina muttered, blood trailing from the side of her face, before she cried out again as she clutched her twisted arm.[/i] "W-What are those things?" [i]The Trayvens had begun to formulate a final retreating phalanx wall, as those whom had begun to fall back had found a parting within the great storm. Those sand warriors whom attacked were severed by polearms and blades almost immediately.[/i]