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Annoyed, because you wanted to display to the whole lot of the enemy force, especially the cavalry who have eluded you since taking the fight to the Namadans. But you'll have to settle for just these stragglers, as you round the hill in your own counterattack. Though the storm is on the decline now, it's still raining enough that the enemy soldiers don't notice you until you close in on their little temporary staging post. That, or they just genuinely did not expect you to return so soon or on your lonesome after retreating with your followers from the flaming ransacked camp.
<span class="mu-b">"Hey fools, take this! Heuoooorgh-!"</span>
Not like you sneak right up on them, but close enough where they can only scramble in panic when you make yourself known, to these unfortunate wretches left to huddle in the rain. In preparation you puke up a huge torrent of unholy seawater from your divine realm, which appears as though it'd simply be lost in the rain and washed away on the ground, but you can sense and control it and keep it close. After spewing up enough, you can then wield your divine authority over the ocean, and control the seawater to take shape. Pooling all together by you despite the rain, becoming visible as it coalesces into something definite... a huge wavering blade of sea water. Crescent curved, it's not so enormous as to dwarf you, but it's more than large enough as you exercise your divine will and hurl the great blade along the ground towards the enemy.
Quite the attack to open up with, and catch the enemy off-guard, as the sea blade surges across the ground gaining more and more strong and solid form the nearer it draws to the target. The soldiers are naturally apprehensive of the sight of such an anomaly, and make the effort to guard against it, though really they are more worried about you and expecting you to charge after. What they didn't expect... even you didn't expect, that the by the time it reaches them the water blade is powerful enough to merely slice through the bunch of them. The dire edge of surging sea water, stained and clouded red from the blood of its victims as it cuts through and quickly dissipates after getting far enough away from you, and losing force from the attack itself. Maybe not as significant as you'd hoped, to just kill them all, but it does slice clean through the first two or three men it hits and leaves them in cleaved bloody halves.
