As Eriold and Tres rushed off into the darkness, Rosaberle stood as passive as Myria. Her thoughts and feelings, however, were far from passive. Anger and frustration toiled in her. He just ran off and left her with the fool girl and Ogier! He left her! Alone. It wasn't that she was concerned for him. Not exactly. The Red Sister just had a duty to The White Tower to bring him back safe. Well... Safe enough. Light with her meager healing ability, they would be lucky if Eriold made it to Fal Dara- Much less Tar Valon!
            Rosaberle's fists clenched at the sounds of screaming Trollocs and she hoped that it would be all she would be hearing from the surrounding darkness. She turned to Myria and scowled at her for her uselessness. The fool girl actually looked back at her with a confused innocence. The Aes Sedai almost bared her teeth at the girl. Confused, you twit?! Stop standing around and do something!.
            And yet, nothing was done. Strangled curses of the Trollocs gurgled from the vast dark that made her feel like those hulking, lumbering creatures were only a few paces away. They had to be further away than she thought. Eriold and Tres would keep them back. Eriold would protect who he needs to so thaqt he can get to Shienar. He will protect her or... Or... Or what? Light, I am not hoping that he would protect me for any more reason that the fact that I want to live!
"Ogier!" Snapped Rosaberle with authority. "Do what you can to break down this wall and do it quick!"
            The Ogier actually hesitated before crashing his massive fists into the stone wall. Hesitated! Rosaberle now longed to be in Shienar where the Ogier can see how Aes Sedai are supposed to be treated. Respected and revered by even the highest of class. Kings once groveled to The White Tower for guidance. The Ogier would see soon enough that when they get to Fal Dara, she will be treated better than a queen.
"Where are they all coming from?!" Roared a bewildered Eriold, his question echoed  along with the pain-wracked howls of the Trollocs. Light, if so many Trollocs filled The Ways as this... Who is to say that wide-scale invasions will not take place? Thousands of people will be helplessly slaughtered. Light, her Eriold had to be getting tired by now. My Eriold?! Stop such foolish thoughts! The Ogier is just being too slow! You need to be in a place where you can think clearer! There has to be a faster way! Think!
            Then a thought came to the Aes Sedai- A very dangerous thought. It was impossible to use the One Power properly while within The Ways. But that didn't mean it was impossible to simply use it... Her using it may cause it to backfire. If it backfires, it could kill everyone and leave no trace of them left for anyone to find- Human or Trolloc alike.
            She pushed aside the ogier- well, not exactly pushed. It was more of a soft shove to get the Ogier to move himself out of the way. There was no need to waste all her strength before she faced the now-heavily-cracked stone wall. There was no way to know just how much damage the Ogier did to the wall. She did know that had she let him continue, the wall would still be standing while Tres and Eriold became more weary by each passing second. Oh yes, this wall had to be destroyed now.
            As she embraced Saidar she could not help but to feel sickened as if the darkness of the ways were poisoning her typically lovely, sunshine-like feeling. Rosaberle raised her straightened arms above her head anyhow, ignoring the revulsion seeming to seep into her body. She focused as she fashioned her hands in a way that made her appear to be holding a large bowl. Instead, her most complex Fire Weave sluggishly pieced together. It was a powerful weave that she had developed over fifteen years ago and it happened to be the only weave she had ever altered in her twenty years of being an Aes Sedai in the Red Ajah. Nausea welled from her abdomen as she formed the great ball of flame.
            The bright fire sometimes over ten times the size of a grown man's head did not form as she had expected it to. It was only a sickly and meager thing- it was at most barely a third of what it should have been. She didn't have the time to make it stronger- nor could she have drawn any more on the one power without using the angreal in her back and Rosaberle was not going to risk something so precious.
            The Red Sister then started to form weaves of air in and around the meager flame. Part of this taxing weave was constricting the fire while building pressure and feeding the flame at the same time. Outside of The Ways, it had been relatively easy to do all of these complex weaves for her "secret weapon". No one else in The White Tower knew of this weave because she never felt like explaining the weave, its complexity, or what happens to her while she uses it.
            Rosaberle never knew how she came up with such a destructive and violent weave, but she did remember the filthy Shadowspawn that was unfortunate enough to witness its first incarnation. Her Red Sisters were perhaps a little more than one hundred paces away, but it may as well have been miles. The eyeless gaze of the creature filled her with a fear she had not felt in her life as an Aes Sedai.
            By instinct, she took hold of the One Power, staggered back from the Shadowspawn and regained enough of her senses to embrace the One Power. The weaves of Fire and air curled around in an accurate and speedy way that she could not replicate since. It was like a miniature sun, floating with so much bright fury and power that the Myddraal was completely still, as if surprised. Rosaberle didn't know if that bloody Shadowspawn could feel fear, but she was sure that, despite that eyeless gaze, it was as close to fear as a Myddraal could feel.
            The Myddraal's stillness did not last long as the outer weaves of wind shifted and a thick pillar of bright fire burned straight through its lower abdomen, More of the foul Shadowspawn was incinerated as it crumpled into the white-hot flame. A small smile of relief played upon her face as the lower half of the Myddraal twitched uncontrollably after death.
            Stronger now, she could see the effect of The Ways on her majestic weave. Her body shook and rocked from an overwhelming sickness. She wanted nothing more than to sick up and lie on a soft bed, but that wall needed to come down and by The White Tower, so it shall!
            She shifted the outer weaves of wind shift and felt something within her body snap. Saidar? Then, everything went black and she fell.