The Swordmage held on for dear life, as she gave the colossus the command to jump the last 10 meters down. It crouched as it hit the ground and the shock almost threw her off.
They find battle immediately after. The foes in front of them look dismayed as the statue looms over them. There is a short pause as they take stock of each other, then the colossus moves forward, one fist swinging in a wide arc. Flesh is torn and bones shattered as it strikes through them and into the ground, sending reverberations through the ground and echoing off the cliff walls. The moment is passed and the battle is joined again.
From the top of the colossus, the Swordmage is focused on getting an overview, trying to see what is going on. From her vantage point she catches a glimpse of a figure, vaguely recognizeable, being dragged away by IHH's templars. Her brother, Drago Tanar.
No one really hears her scream of rage over the din of battle. It is just one woman screaming out her rage, nothing compared to the roaring Ogre or the sound of steel meeting steel. Yet the scream fills her world, seamlessly turning into howled words of arcane command. The lightning that she has gathered around her arm explodes outward and into the ranks in front of the colossus. It is quickly followed by others as she draws deep from her reserves of power. The Colossus is filled with one singular purpose: Go to the Ogre, destroy all in your path and then destroy him.