Frida kept her body invincible without knowing though she could be seen by the naked eye, she could not be touched this time and no army of the dead could see her with their eyes even if she was standing at the right hand side next to Dowsabella the enchantress; all they could see was an enchantress emanating a pinkish glowing force of circular and rectangular splashes of light with her hands moving up and down to make their weapons fail them each time they wanted to execute the intents of their heart. The battlefield was terrific and bloody, viens and arteries of men spilled with blood, arms were broken, shields shattered, people wailing in pain while the others continued they order was disorganized and the people disoriented, only those who are fortified with the skills of Sparta and the
