Short Story; Story Time, pt 2

"As I was saying; Ten thousand Harakai warriors Hopped across the battlefield towards us.  I knew our little band had no hope of standing in the face of such a foe, but we had no choice.  I readied my sword and gave the order to take aim."
Of course she had done nothing of the sort.  With a scant four hundred men, all exhausted, hungry, and almost universally garbed in little more than a shirt, boots, and recently soiled pants, she had thrown herself behind the nearest rock crying 'Oh God we're all going to die!'.  And frankly almost anyone would do the same if faced with those odds.  Children, however, were not as likely to be forgiving of such cowardice as experienced soldiers.  Especially considering the amount of disbelief these particular children had offered at the idea of the Harakai being scary.
"Then, as if borne on the wind itself, a woman appeared.  Her hair was the blue of a summer sky, and her eyes flashed like lightning.  'Leave them to me.' she said, with a voice like the roll of thunder.  And she raised her left hand, continuing, 'Send forth your priest, and send with him your ten mightiest warriors, for I wish to do battle with them'. And I realized that I was face to face with the Storm Mage, Tala."
Another fabrication, but it was much more imposing than Tala's actual approach.  'Hi hun, I brought you folks a trunk of fresh underthings.  Sit still and stay low, cause i'm about to open up a can of grade A royal butt kickin on that fuzzy mob over there.' Or something like that anyways, it had been a while and her memory was starting to fuzz over.  The next bit she was much more sure of, and that was 'Hey y'all, who wants to try out my new Sizzlin' Gumbo Coney recipe?' It was much harder to forget that part, the voice like a roll of thunder part had not been a fabrication.
"The priest began to chant, and ten of their warriors, each as burly and belligerent as the last, dragged a mighty blade from their back and bounded across the field at speeds so great I could have sworn they were shot out of a cannon.  But Tala, she just faced them all and drew her sword, a rapier with a winding guard.  As each one came she sidestepped their blows and pierced their vitals before reacting to the approach of the next.  As the last one fell the priest hurled a bolt of dark magic, and we were all afraid that this would be the end.  But Tala, she caught it in a gust of wind and returned it from whence it came, smiting the priest with his own spell.  Their armies fled as they realized that they could never hope to defeat her, and as we cheered our good fortune, she vanished as though she had never come."
"That's it?  That's a lame story."
The storyteller took no offense, the children were no longer naive enough to believe the lies.  But even an adult would never believe that she had laid low the whole army with nothing but a song.