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The tactician swore--these heroes were way more dangerous than he'd thought...! He ducked for cover, avoiding them all by some miracle, and stood, immediately impaling a generic morph that'd come up behind him.

And Domanova's brambles! A vine suddenly erupted and, while he narrowly avoided being trapped in it, Aidan received a nasty scrape on the shoulder. He stumbled backwards and looked around for a healer.

Ed peered out from her shelter and slowly advanced into the open.

Upon seeing Renault in danger, she shouted after him and darted forward. Of course, she was too far away and arrows from above were fast — the fall had probably ended by the time she reached him.

And then she saw a nearby archer dying (rather gruesomely) by some spell she'd never seen, and she stopped to assess what was going on while grabbing onto Renault's robes. "Are you crazy? You coulda gotten ki — whaaaaa?"

The sight of wind magic in effect made her glance around again to see that Soren was conscious! Boy, she'd give him a lashing later! But for now... "Well it's about bloody time!"

Sighing, Ed darted out to the front, holding Aegis firmly and ready to dance.

Chickenwire grabbed Blossom tightly in his right arm, clutching her gently against his side as he held his shield to the opening of the alcove. They were safe here, for now at least. "Hush now," he murmured. "It's b'fine... jus' hol' still," he murmured, though he winced with every thunk of the arrows into the stone above them. When the noise stopped, however... he released Blossom and lunged out of the alcove into a roll, and as he stood up he whipped his arm out from behind his back and flung his shield straight at a Warrior morph as morphs began to appear out of the air-- presumably following their creator through the open Door.

The morph stood and stared at the sharp-edged shield lodged in his chest. Before his brain was able to make the connection that the body was dead, Chickenwire wrenched the shield out of its chest and swung his axe up, splitting his jaw with it, then turned and threw it at a halberdier, tearing out a significant chunk of his neck before it came back to the Hero's hand. "Bitchin'," he muttered.

It seemed that things had changed from one disaster to another. As soon as the raining electric of arrows stopped, thanked to Soren, morphs suddenly appeared.

"You're in the way!" Isadora shouted as she drew out her sword and slashed the morph across the chest. Dealing with the morphs was a small matter to her. The biggest problem was to stop Mika and the Heroes. After all, they were more of a threat than the morphs did.

Their impact, though lacking the finesse he'd have preferred, managed to get the job done. The Raven's attack had stopped, and neither was dead. Victoria was perfectly fine and everything, it seemed, since she was in good enough shape to talk.

"Yes, I believe I'll be-" Arashe let out an annoyed groan as he took the Bishop by the shoulders and rolled a distance away, barely evading the shower of arrows. Without time to wait for an awkward outburst, he quickly stood up, pulling the woman to her feet as well. Oh, I never get a break in these blasted fights...

"Hold!" he cried.

While he didn't care much for the girl, they were on the same side, and he was obligated to protect her. With a flick of the wrist, more Espinne-generated vines formed a wall near Mika. Some of the enemy's soldiers scampered back in retreat, and a few paladins found themselves no longer upon their startled horses.

Now content with the barrier he had put up, he took to casting Fimbulvetr at all who dared approach him, the ice from the spells chilling Soren's magical wind even more.

Blossom's tense shoulders relaxed as Chickenwire tugged her close against him, seeing the shield before them. They couldn't be touched in here... as long as that roof over their heads wasn't shattered and fell on top of them. She closed her eyes just for a moment, lapsing into a tightly-wound silence in the wake of Chickenwire's reassurances. "Hush now. It's b'fine... jus' hol' still."

The little Hero stared at Chickenwire's shield, wincing under his muscled arm with every thud of an arrow on the alcove over their heads. They were all targeting them, and then those stones would fall, and she would be buried again, and everyone would be too busy to help her this time, she would stay buried and bleeding and hurt and...

And...

Wait, did it stop? It stopped!

Blossom heaved a breath of relief, scrambling up to her feet as Chickenwire reacted much quicker than she. Her hands scooped up her Silver Sword again, and she scanned the battlefield quickly. The arrows were done, so there was no source of panic on that front... Chickenwire tore through the Halberdier's neck with his axe as Blossom spotted a Sage morph in the near distance, casting. She ran at him immediately, seeing his soulless eyes focused on the red-headed Watchman; with one fell slash, the lighter sword sliced through the Sage's gut, protected only by his soft robes and tunic, and Blossom didn't even wait to see him fall. She just ran back to Chickenwire, sliding into place and deflecting an arrow that was aimed for his lower back. "Where are all these extra men coming from? Mika's not creating them here on the battlefield, is she?" she asked. Blossom lunged forward and sliced through an approaching Swordmaster before moving back again. The sword as light, strong, sharp... very different to the heavy might of her usual weapon.