>>5847540>“No! Stand back!” You order the others. It was true that the Hellwings were in bad shape, with those meteors threatening to rout them out of the sky. But you felt that attacking now could be a grave mistake, particularly when the other Aces had yet to make their presence known. So far, you’ve only seen evidence of Bradley, with no signs of either Aubert or Kate. If you moved too hastily and attacked now, you risked being caught off-guard by either one or all three of them. “Hold the line for now! We’ve been steadily breaking them so far; we can’t deviate from the plan!”“But-!” Mary protests but holds her tongue and defers to your authority in this matter. Together, you and the others watch as the meteors gradually stop dropping. You estimate that at least 20 of their number had fallen to the ground as a result of the attack. The survivors were forming up once more and looking far more shaken for it. As you watch the show, you feel your group being restored back to health by Mary and Elizabeth.
Eventually, 15 more Wyvern Riders took point at the front of the pack. Their leader this time looked different than the others. He was clad in red, and his Wyvern was more serpent-like in appearance. He points directly at you, before heading your way with a burst of speed. So fast is the enemy captain, that his allies are left trailing behind him.
“Is he mad?” Ingrid remarks, astonished. “Does he mean to engage us on his own?”
“I recognize that man!” Diana exclaims angrily, her face contorted with rage. “That’s the one that killed Shelley! That’s-!”
You could sense something horrifyingly familiar pulsating within Aubert. It was wizardry of the highest realm, eclipsing even that of siege magic. A million thoughts race through your head, but Aubert intends to give you no chance to sit and sort through them. Instead, you scream out a warning to your comrades to split up and scatter before it is too late. Sensing the urgency within your voice, the others put as much distance between themselves and the Ace as possible. In this case, it means separating themselves from you, his intended target. Miraculously, Beathan pivots out of the way just in time to avoid impending doom.
Forseti wreaks havoc amongst your allied forces. You’d used the spell plenty of times before, but being on the other end of it was a horrifying prospect. The roaring winds of the S-Tier magic drown out all screams, dragging those caught in its gales into its vortex before ripping them to pieces. So thick is the storm that you’re unable to even see passed the other side of the spell. Eventually, the magic dissipates in time for you to witness broken chunks of pegasi and women falling to the ground.
