[ Their approach into the Arbor Wilds has been anything but quiet, and Corypheus's red templars have taken notice. An army of their size marching through the forest tends to draw notice.
So far there have been a few skirmishes, but it isn't until now that they've really seen fit to dig in. It's when the first few behemoths drag themselves into view, that horrible grating sound accompanying the movement of their monstrous crystalline limbs, that she knows this is different. No matter their numbers, anyone who hits that advancing line first is going to feel it.
It might as well be them. They need the men, and they've taken on foes like these before.
Her friends slide in and out of focus as she darts through their ranks, zipping past at whirlwind speed before coming to a halt and laying down a blast of fire, a swift chain of lightning, and then hurtling back out of the way of a massive blow from the beast. A moment is taken to catch her breath, to search the surrounding area. There's Bull, in the midst of a great swing of his axe. Sera, atop a nearby cluster of rocks and firing into their midst.
She can usually follow that crackle and smoke in the air to wherever Dorian is, but he isn't within her immediate line of sight. That's worrying enough without their enemies trying to close ranks and push in. Eyes narrowing, she races on at a much slower speed, conserving her mana as she tries to lay eyes on her fellow mage. ]
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So far there have been a few skirmishes, but it isn't until now that they've really seen fit to dig in. It's when the first few behemoths drag themselves into view, that horrible grating sound accompanying the movement of their monstrous crystalline limbs, that she knows this is different. No matter their numbers, anyone who hits that advancing line first is going to feel it.
It might as well be them. They need the men, and they've taken on foes like these before.
Her friends slide in and out of focus as she darts through their ranks, zipping past at whirlwind speed before coming to a halt and laying down a blast of fire, a swift chain of lightning, and then hurtling back out of the way of a massive blow from the beast. A moment is taken to catch her breath, to search the surrounding area. There's Bull, in the midst of a great swing of his axe. Sera, atop a nearby cluster of rocks and firing into their midst.
She can usually follow that crackle and smoke in the air to wherever Dorian is, but he isn't within her immediate line of sight. That's worrying enough without their enemies trying to close ranks and push in. Eyes narrowing, she races on at a much slower speed, conserving her mana as she tries to lay eyes on her fellow mage. ]