>>6106652*Boss, Westside Alarm enchantments have been triggered, assuming one to three enemies circling around about to flank you.*
“Ah I know exactly what to do.”
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Ignoring the potential tetanus infections William peers around the trash to see axemen pulling out syringes from their pockets as they stab themselves to recover some health. Their breath gets steadier, their hands stop shaking, and they all nod to their leader standing a bit taller and somehow more imposing than the others. A fireman with a full face gas mask covering his head with some kind of yellow gas tank poking off his back as a very cobbled but well maintained sprayer is held in his hands. Bits of padding and armor dotting around his body giving extra protection and weight to his build with smaller satchels and a sledgehammer. With a rubber suit and gloves coating his skin ensuring not a single speck is uncovered into the cool air outside. As William inspects the leader he notices a weird shimmer on the leader’s body barely noticeable but does exist with no visible magic being attached to him. Marking down the leader William knows who to aim for first as he turns to his party ready to issue new orders for Virgil only for the ambush to be interrupted.
“Westside! Volley two by two at twenty and sixty feet range! Fire!”
Immediately all the axemen pull out their axes as they grip their weapons hard as they chant to guide their flames as runes glow as a small red fireball pools on top of the axehead before all four axemen grab it and throw it at William's general direction. Seeing four balls flying straight to him as two detonate just short of his location only for the next two to fly behind him. Tossing his body back as he and Virgil try to survive the fireballs only for William to get his suit to get snagged of the rebar on his dive forcing him to waste seconds trying to move. Immediately feeling the intense heal slam into him as skin is burnt, hair burns, and pain flares across his body as Virgil staggers back up only half burnt, having ducked partially on the ground to escape the worst of the damage. Looking back up as the four axemen now no longer glowing in red light prepare to charge toward both of them as the leader stays back for a moment.
>Battlefield conditions.>20 feet away from the axemen and leader>William at 46/80 HP, Virgil at 36/53 HP >Rest of the party is contesting the patrol ??/?? HP>Trait coordination gain +15 per shield user active. Current trait mod +60 and -10 to enemies from dancing lights.>Axemen ??/?? HP>Purifier Leader ???/??? HP 