>>5335961With help seemingly nowhere in sight and Charon’s defenders growing more desperate by the day, you came up with a gambit that may just turn circumstances around in your favor. You had your Blackwings create a distraction on the enemy’s flank, harrying them under the cover of nightfall. A distraction you aided by having some of the city’s mages assist you in channeling an exceedingly powerful and loud Bolting spell, launched in the opposite direction. The Imperial forces, caught between what they thought were two different enemies in the middle of the night, lost their composure and were scrambled as they attempted to gain an understanding of the situation.
Dressed in all black, and riding on high atop your ebony steed, you maneuvered through the confused and dazed Imperial frontlines. No enemy snipers spotted you, nor did any of the sentries that were posted. It was a smooth ride all the way to the Imperial backline. With nothing but Garreg Mach and Adrestian territory behind them, perhaps Ferdinand did not see much of a reason to guard his backline. Even with entire squadrons of Pegasus Knights, the Kingdom’s fliers would be cut down before they ever reached their goal. However, your distraction, coupled with Beathan’s natural camouflage, ensured your success.
You were alone, high above the enemy’s supply line. But that didn’t matter. You were more than adequate for the task ahead. Summoning all the magic at your disposal, you dropped fireball after fireball onto the Imperial wagons and tents down below. When you ran out of magic, you swapped to your Flame Lance. The very weapon Rex had given you as a reward for your conduct during the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. You extinguished the weapon completely, until there was naught below you but fire and ruin. You could hear the screams of terrified camp followers below you as they attempted to douse the magical flames to no avail. The Imperials managed to regain their composure and attempt to secure their backline, but it did not matter. From on high, none could reach you. The few Imperial fliers that weren’t killed in Ferdinand’s initial gambit failed to find you. Only when your Flame Lance was extinguished and the smoke below you rose on high enough to reach you were you satisfied. You rode back to Charon, avoiding the enemy on the way back, and being greeted by the cheering Blackwings. You still remember the Margrave slapping you hard on the back and letting out a righteous scream. It was the first time you’d seen the man smile since arriving.
Ferdinand’s supply line was completely crushed, and it would be a while before he could expect a restock. After another day of failing to breach the walls, he begrudgingly had his forces retreat towards Garreg Mach. Imperial survivors of the battle would tell others of what transpired. How a vengeful Witch, under the cover of night, destroyed their supplies with a rain of hellfire.
