(NPC! Die!)
Draven's aura expanded suddenly, not by his doing this time... It seemed the surrounding air had slowly become pressurized, and when it suddenly returned to normal, the weight upon his aura was lifted.
Feeling lighter, Draven dodged the blade with a leap to the right.
"Away with you!!"
His right fist burning, he plunged it into the chest of the apparition. The dark tattered cloths of the demon burst into flames as it squealed.
Draven opened his fist inside of the spectre, releasing a fireball and causing the thing to explode into nothing... Bits of flame fell from the sky.
He lowered his fist, studying it. He also relaxed his aura a bit; nothing but constant fighting since this morning... he was becoming tired...
And what in blazes is the ground emanating?
"Distractions... nothing but distractions..."
He looked around; Zion, who had just finished off his spectre, stood a few dozen feet away.
"My fight isn't with you. You do have a bit of potential, however... Your homeland is ruined, there's nothing left for you here... You don't have to disappear as well, though... Come with me. I can make it worth your while..."
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The wall of ice split through the middle cleanly, the two sides falling in opposite directions...
An icy mist rose and the dark figure of Jayce moved though the cold debris, sword scraping against the ground as he advanced upon Shin and Nevina.
His gaze was maniacal, almost as if possessed...
"... Aritan..."
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Neptra was on her way towards the enemy line in the middle of the ocean, skimming across the waves, when she noticed the winged demon approach.
"Hmmm, interesting. So you wish to help slay the Vikingard? A truce then. Very well. Go and kill them as you please, neither I or my army will attack you. If I like your style, I might offer you an officer position."
"Be warned though, that this truce exists only between us. The other generals may still attack you, especially if they think you know something about that sword or whatever they're looking for..."
She turned, floating on a shard of ice, and continued to jet out towards the line of boats.
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The troops ordered into phalanxes. The sphere around the island seemed to have disappeared-- which meant time to attack, although it was much sooner than expected.
Focus drawn away from atmospheric pressure, the defender mages now had their hands full repelling some sort of white magic emanating from the ground-- best to wait until Neptra took care of that to advance...
One of Draven's three warships was commandeered, and readied for attack. Smaller landing cruisers began to be readied.
Finally, some sort of small boat-like devices were being unloaded from the black vessel, yet there was something different about these...
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(DM: The black ship is unloading on land, so you can get back in.)
