>>5754756Ezekiel is drawing closer, and you don’t like anything you’ve seen thus far of his strength. His ability to somehow shrug off any of your attacks was eerily reminiscent of that of Sebastian’s own skill. If he so much as even entered melee range, you could kiss your head goodbye. You had no intention of falling to this loudmouthed buffoon though. You summon energy similar to that of the Bolting spell you’d fired off earlier. If he planned on shrugging off your attacks, then you had no intention of making it easy for him. You extend your hand forward and a bolt of lightning shoots down from the sky and zaps the charging General.
>Blair: 30 MAG + 5 DMG (Thunder) + 5 DMG (B. Tomefaire) + 4 (Fiery Blood+) = 44 - 18 RES = 26 x 2 = 52 DMG>Crit: Miss>Stun: Miss>Ezekiel’s Great Shield: 74, 91 (Miss, Miss)Ezekiel screams in anguish as he is fried alive by your magic. The resulting explosion and light catches the attention of all those in the room, even the ones still embroiled in combat. As your spell dissipates, the charred husk of Ezekiel is still standing there. Though it refuses to fall to the ground, there’s no mistaking that he’s as dead as they come.
>100xp Gained!>Blair Weaver>Level 44 Seraph Knight (30/100)HP: 66 (90%) +1 = 67
STR: 31 (40%)
MAG: 30 (50%) + 1 = 31
DEX: 28 (45%)
SPD: 43 (65%)
LCK: 31 (30%)
DEF: 27 (50%) + 1 = 28
RES: 23 (40%)
CHARM: 32 (45%) + 1 = 33
“C-captain Ezekiel!” One of the Orthodox soldiers that was busy fighting Clay remarks upon seeing the Holy Knight fall.
“R-retreat! Fall back!” Another cries out, dropping her weapons.
One by one, the Orthodox soldiers file out of the tent, evidentially realizing that they’d bitten off far more than they could chew in here. With the roof of the tent blown off by your magic, you’re able to make out the sounds of battle much clearer outside. It’s not the familiar sounds of a siege you’d grown accustomed to during your time in this camp. Instead, it sounds like the pure chaos reminiscent of a grim ambush; men and women screaming in terror in reflexive response to unexpected violence. It seems that your signal was received, and the Sreng Army has made their way into the camp and begun their ritual slaughter.
“Alright! That’s enough from me, I yield.” Fritz announces, placing both of his hands up towards the sky.
“W-what? Brother Fritz?” An unfamiliar voice exclaims. It’s the only other Holy Knight remaining alive. A Sniper that was now held at dagger point by Ashe. “What are you saying? You can’t surrender! We swore an oath to His Holiness to fight until the bitter-“
“Yeah, maybe you did.” Fritz cuts him off dryly. “But in case you’re blind, Bennett ain’t in spitting distance. As far as I’m concerned, there ain’t no reason to put up with this charade one second longer.”
“B-brother-“ The sniper is cut off as Ashe hits him with the handle of one of his daggers, rendering him unconscious.
