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Best course of action is of course rushing their spellslingers, granting your ranged allied breathing room in the meantime. You know it's a reckless gambit, but what else can you do at that point?
>You : 49 for a DC of 81
You're no longer mounted. Your weapon-training is at peak of foundation-opening level, meaning behind your opened heart-aperture level.
All of that matter little in front of the gap between you and the second-realm spell-slinger, that claps in her hand. Her true Qi empowers the sound, hitting you like a punch in the face. Your ears keep ringing while the bubble takes you away.
>Rest of your group : 61for a DC of 78
On your right, the other first stage fighters are similarly struck down by quick and simple bolts of fire, poison, darkness.
That took them half a breath to sweep you away. At least Dhundan saved your honor by taking down both Shield-wielder and Bow-wielder before getting his Dark Pangolin Scale shield pierced by a Light-based spiritual art.
Your own spellslingers where supporting your group with their offensive art. However, a few of the Western spellslingers held the mystical fire while the other unleashed an elemental rain on the two elites fighter on your left.
The 3 Western Elite capitalize on the rise of the tide of the battle, crushing the two cultivators and turning the wave in a tsunami.
The two Elite on the right took down one of the Western third-stage cultivator. However, the remaining one is pinning the two of them down for now.
You see all of it unfold from your iridescent vantage point. At this point, you know it's lost. The Spellslingers pack split : half make it rain, while the other join the Elite charging the Eastern second-realm cultivator pack, wrecking them like a sharp knife tear apart an overcook cabbage.
Bathias, the last standing, is quickly overwhelmed by the dozen of enemy, while the lone third-realm flip the table by taking down, against all odds, the two elites.
This is an utterly unquestionable defeat for your branch. And you haven't made a good showing at all.
On one hand, you only had one week to train and attempt to overcome those who beat you. On the other, you feel the gap grew instead of narrowing : after all, without the fire-support of your elder, you're pretty sure the Eastern 1st-rank would have lost against their Western counterpart.
That concludes the Tamers of Myriad Beasts Decennial Gathering. You are unbubbled, sent back to your room to gather your thing. A few of the master, including Fairy Wise Crane and your old Hawk Master, wish all disciples a safe travel back home.
