The brief smirk grows on her face as she start the chanting of another spell. "Muraa Gosdripter Xunauon " with her eyes focused three hundred yards across town. Leaving hands and fingers loss she waves her arms in a whirling pattern at face level. " Hipttres Jaivetous Kitheroz Sapate" A gray pulsating light travels from her elbow sleeves to her finger tips. A cycle of air appears in the distance with in moments a full size tornado has grown and grips undead off the ground hurling them great distances. Earth, bodies, weapons and more are picked up as it makes its pass through the undead army. Weapons and rocks make the tornado even more deadly as there thrown out in to the troops smashing and cutting down the undead that stand out side the wake of the storm. With her mind the mage controls the path the whirl wind takes moving towards masses of undead troops. Keeping her mind clear of all she watches as her magic crush the enemy until her spell dies taking the tornado with it. Though her spell devastated close to six hundred undead she knows still more needs to be done as she flies off the roof top.