R: That’s not even fair!
R:…
Rosal growls.
R: Take this!
She fires Magic Missiles towards Senna. (or uh semma idk)
(Senna- She’s supposed to be a bubbly girl.)
The missiles get blasted away midair by something not seen.
“Senna! Wake up!” _Weiss blasts a fire spell at her, taking advantage of her focus on Rosal. _
Senna gets a whaff of fire in her face, and she staggers…
“Warm… familiar… PROTECT…”
“A beautiful puppet, isn’t she?” A voice booms behind Rosal.
R(still facing Senna): Soon to be a beautiful corpse!
Rosal flies up in frustration , chanting some strange language.
A whaff of fire directly strikes your face. Weiss is thrown backwards from a reflected strike. In the midst of the invisible fire, you see three more fireballs coming your way.
R: Gah!
Her flight slows as she struggles to retain her position. She sees the three fireballs and clumsily deflects them towards Weiss.
R: Dang it.
R: I’ll show you what a daughter of the former High Priestess of Adiart can do , pooface!
She flies up faster.
“Graghh!” The fireballs hit Weiss, as he flies towards the houses. He coughs out blood.
The girl looks at the sky, and it is as if you hit the roof as you fly up.
The horse’s gallop seems closer by the second.
R: Sorry , frie-OOF.
Rosal looks up at the sky.
R: To hell with your invisible shenanigans!
R: ETHEREALNESS!
Rosal disappears.
E: Where is this horse coming from?
She looks around.
An arrow flies towards Fason.
“PROTECT.”
A barrier forms at the top of his head. The arrow is blocked.
A rider speeds past Ezura as the barrier forms.
“Say goodnight… Fiend.”
“What!?”
A lance pierces through his neck, blood spilling forth.
Rosal is now in the ethereal plane.
R: Sneaky girl was placing her spells here , wasn’t she.
The invisible walls show up as clear panes here.
R: Well it’s easy to manoeuvre these now.
She easily dodges the barrier.
R: Time for a spell they won’t forget. teehee.
She teleports back to Adiart.
E: What in…
Blood begins evaporating from Senna. Something returns to her eyes, emotion and life.
“Warm… Familiar… w-what? Where am I? Br- Brother?”
The rider takes off his helmet. Sir Narcian of Adiart, who had resigned quite a while ago of his chief commander. “Nice job, Felix.”
A bowman walks out from the nearby tower.
“Heh, easy.”
“How…”
The sorcerer perished on the battlefield. By Narcian’s lance.
The girl runs to Weiss.
“Brother! Why am I here? What happened? Why are you hurt?”
“Senna… you’re back…”
(No. But you have gotten the trust of the two. Ezura*. Rosal decided to attack Senna, therefore nullifying Weiss’ trust towards Rosal.)
R: Take this , Demwir Doll!
A large magic circle appears , surrounding the three.
R:Circle. Of. DEATH!
The area starts to heat up intensely.