- Genres
- Fantasy Romance, Scifi
This Black Wolf, or Vaneil rather... her style was very familiar, even with the use of such a large blade. Aurorean Veil. A sword art, focusing on jumping in and out of the targets effective range, only moving in to strike when the time is right. Nyxia had seen this in the arena many times, though only a few seemed so well learned in the style as this one did. However even as the knight called for a medic the onslaught continued.
More of the Phantoms closed in rushing at them. As Vaneil stood over her fallen comrade, Nyxia was never allowed rest from her bow string. A sword appeared from the shadows, forcing Nyxia to retreat slightly. She flipped backwards, sending a bolt into the eye of one soldier, who dissolved into the misty haze that shrouded the ground.
Nyxia did her best to keep the knights at bay, but there were just too many for her at this time. But it seemed reinforcements had arrived, even if only in small numbers. Nyxia knew wasn't ready to be a hero. Far from it. Her life mattered more than that of the others. She retreated to the back lines.
"If the life of this man matters that much to you, run now."
She turned to the Major who had just arrived, as well as the other officer beside her. While Nyxia never liked authority, she knew it was her best chance at getting to the bottom of this, and getting out alive.
"Well then Rue, you and your men keep these things off me. I'll see what I can do about removing this haze. They seem to be well-trained in the same magic as I, so if we remove the haze, their movement will be hindered significantly."
Nyxia Began focusing her powers into her ring as it glowed a dark purple. It was clearly taking some of the haze into itself, but it was not likely not nearly enough to make a difference. She knew that even just the slightest more light could help them finish this off. It wasn't much, but there was definitely a small area around the group which had been cleared of the haze.
"This is taking all the power I have to clear this space for now. Whatever is creating this is likely more powerful than just these phantoms. I suggest retreat if you would like to guarantee survival."
More of the Phantoms closed in rushing at them. As Vaneil stood over her fallen comrade, Nyxia was never allowed rest from her bow string. A sword appeared from the shadows, forcing Nyxia to retreat slightly. She flipped backwards, sending a bolt into the eye of one soldier, who dissolved into the misty haze that shrouded the ground.
Nyxia did her best to keep the knights at bay, but there were just too many for her at this time. But it seemed reinforcements had arrived, even if only in small numbers. Nyxia knew wasn't ready to be a hero. Far from it. Her life mattered more than that of the others. She retreated to the back lines.
"If the life of this man matters that much to you, run now."
She turned to the Major who had just arrived, as well as the other officer beside her. While Nyxia never liked authority, she knew it was her best chance at getting to the bottom of this, and getting out alive.
"Well then Rue, you and your men keep these things off me. I'll see what I can do about removing this haze. They seem to be well-trained in the same magic as I, so if we remove the haze, their movement will be hindered significantly."
Nyxia Began focusing her powers into her ring as it glowed a dark purple. It was clearly taking some of the haze into itself, but it was not likely not nearly enough to make a difference. She knew that even just the slightest more light could help them finish this off. It wasn't much, but there was definitely a small area around the group which had been cleared of the haze.
"This is taking all the power I have to clear this space for now. Whatever is creating this is likely more powerful than just these phantoms. I suggest retreat if you would like to guarantee survival."
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