"Sounds fun."

Then off to the besieged castle. What is the nature of the killing field?

It's a pretty wide strip - out to confident bowshot - denuded of vegetation around a large castle. There's an angry spirit rustling around it, and while there's the occasional mouse, there's nothing larger alive. Archers stand on the castle's ramparts, wary.

"I suppose the first thing we'll have to do is trap the spirit. Hm. A modified binding ritual, I think."

"It's possible that'll alert the castle we're up to something," she says, idly, and then gives suggestions for the modifications, tracking the spirit.

"Good thoughts. I do not believe stealth is a priority in this case."

She nods.

"Care to be my ward against arrows as we do this, then?"

"As long as I get to terrify the archers while I'm at it."

"I would be disappointed if you did not."

Grin. "Then just let me know when you're ready."

She sets a few protective rituals, then they can cross into the killing field.

The spirit promptly tries to attack them, and arrows arch for them.

It's been a while since Ani's seen proper combat. Longer since she wasn't worried about giving away 'being Vader' or anything like that. Even longer since she got to enjoy it.

She perhaps shows off a little. None of the arrows reach their targets; she reaches out a hand, and a few very visible archers rise into the air, clutching at their throats. It's not quite enough for panic among the ranks, yet, but is certainly alarming the others in the castle. She identifies all of them, spies on the webs of who's moving towards or yielding to whom to tease out their command structure, whispers fear us into their minds.

She also wards off the spirit, attacking its mind and distracting it from Occlus.

Occlus traces runes in the air, finger trailing ethereal sparks, sigils of domination, binding, and pacification. She reaches out with the Force to grab the spirit, force it into her trap and hold it down.

This works, and Ani continues to wreak merry havoc on the enemy forces.

Once the spirit is neutralized, Occlus begins to stride towards the castle. She bats aside arrows with negligent waves, and blasts particularly annoying archers right off the battlements with lightning.

When she reaches the base of the wall, she jumps straight up onto it, and ignites her lightsaber.

Ani joins her, a step behind.

The castle tries to mount a defense. It's not very effective.

It's refreshing, really, like fighting training droids on a low setting.

Training droids are a bit less entertaining.

It must be the feedback.

The sense of another mind, too.

Just so.

She pushes the gates open when the castle is secured.

And Wyld's army is prepared to hold it, to take any surrendered enemies left alive, and to sort out and provide for the civilians and slaves and prisoners who'd been held there. (Their emotions are generally split between 'in awe' for the younger soldiers and a combination of 'gleeful sadism' and 'respect' from the veterans; the siege had quickly ended up being somewhere for Wyld to get her newer recruits used to army life, so many of them haven't fought alongside even Lunar bullshit yet.)

They're professional about sweeping the castle for hidden enemies, anyways, though, and checking that the dead enemies are actually dead (which also allows them to collect the bodies for proper rites, to prevent the dead from growing restless). Mystic sensory bullshit from another world is no reason to let good procedure slip.

Occlus approves of this attitude; it will doubtless serve them well.

Ani rather likes this army Wyld's built for herself.