>>5359867The way you see it, you’re better off dealing with those mages yourself rather than letting them overwhelm your infantry. Setting your sights on a target, you and your battle sisters swing down, weapons outstretched and aiming for the mage to your direct right. She looks terrified as she hurries to try and finish her spell. Before you can skewer her, one of the armored knights’ steps in the way to intercept your blow, raising his shield. Ordinarily, you’d hardly be able to pierce the durable plate armor, but you’ve learned more than one new trick over the years. Channeling a heavy concentration of magic into your spear, the weapon begins to hum and glow a bright blue. Imbued with your spell, the spear shatters the man’s shield as though it were made of paper and follows out through his back. If you could see the look on his face through his helmet, you’d imagine you’d see shock. He slumps over, dead.
>10xp gained! (40/100)>Transmute: 4/5The knight’s sacrifice bought his comrade enough time to finish her spell. Blades of wind emit from her hands and strike at you and Beathan. Feathers and blood fly as the Aircalibur spell pushes you back and wounds you and your mount. It hurts, there’s no denying that, and Beathan takes damage from the effective magic, but it’s not as bad as can be. The mage herself is nothing special, and you’ve trained both your bulk and your resistance to magic over the years.
>Blair: 33/51 HPThe woman screams as Diana and Shelley pounce on her, giving her no chance of a follow-up attack.
To your left, the other mage futilely clutches at an arrow jutting from his throat. The spell never leaves his lips as Caleb puts him down. His men fire arrows at the remaining armored knight, who finds himself suddenly without aid. His back turned towards you, you transmute your spear once more and plunge the weapon through him, eliminating the threat.
>10xp gained! (50/100)>Transmute: 3/5As the final knight falls to the ground, the door of the second wagon swings open. Out steps a man, red-haired and in an ornate, dark cloak. He surveys the scene in front of him, eyes resting on the corpses of his guards, before taking you in. From the look on his face, you can’t tell whether he’s simply remaining calm under pressure or is simply disinterested.
>“Echeverria, I presume?”“Have you any idea of whom you are attacking?” He says, entirely too calm for one in the middle of a battle his side is currently losing.
>“Drop the tough guy façade. You’re surrounded. Surrender now and you and your men may just keep your lives.”The merchant’s face twists into a sneer of contempt. “Slay them all if you’d like. ‘The Empire’s Finest’…killed by a band of marauding cutthroats. Worthless. All that matters is that I survive the day. And I intend to do just that.”
