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Suddenly there was a sound like twelve huge bows releasing arrows at the same time. Four seconds later, a deafening noise of the rocks smashing into the walls. One of the walls near where we were hiding smashed through, raining bricks and mortar on us. I could hear Llava shouting “Trolls coming up the tow…â€, his shout stopped short, probably by an axe.
We were lucky. The norse acted stupidly. They were over confident with their numbers and just rushed in instead of trying to wear us down with their Trebs. One second we were standing in the room near the stairs, our clothes filled with the rubble of the broken wall. The next I see trolls poring in through the door. I knew I had to destroy them. From the corner of my eye I could see Divon and Sevarhin closing their eyes, going into a concentration trance. I did the same. I could feel what was going on around me, but I was so deep within me, nothing could stop my casting – axes flew at tore through me, some blocked by Saorise, many others landing on me. Divon, the keen Sevarhin and me were standing back to back, creating a field of destruction so intense, the norse were actually being flung down the stairs and through the ugly tears in the walls. Not twenty seconds after the miserable attack, we were standing breathless, heaps of bodies around us, not willing to believe we were alive. Some of us were down. Divon’s face was a mess, his eye gauged out. The instant he came out of his trance, he fell down to the ground. Lavi rushed to him and cooing to him, she slowly fixed his ruined face. From the tears in my clothes, I could only imagine what damage my body took only to be mended by Zlara.
Saorise moved from me and looked through the cracks in the walls. “They are regrouping, reviving the fallen. We don’t have much time.†Shelter nodded at her, yelling “If you can stand, form on me. We will try to finish what they started. Guardians with me, we will take the brunt of the fight. Then the finger twirlers will come and finish it.†Slowly but steadily we went down the stairs, Shelter halting us twice to finish off some of the unlucky Shadowblades who tried hiding there. We got to the bottom and Shelter called the attack. A second after we rushed, we were mesmerized by the vast amount of Healers that were standing in the courtyard. As my vision was fogging, I saw a Troll raise his hands to the sky, from them, a lightning snaked down and connected with his outstretched arm. I remember thinking that he was done for. But then I saw that the lighting was doing his bidding. From his hand, the lighting shot out and hit us. It jumped from one Hibernian to another, burning each and every one. I saw the lightning coming towards me, the Mesmerization spell about to take me over. As I was hit, the hair on my head rose – but the Mesmerization spell got lifted. I saw what a death trap this was. Before I could shout that we should fall back, Shelter was already backing away, pushing us, his back to us, covering our retreat. On the way up, I saw Zlara bending into one of the alcoves, lifting a lifeless body. She was holding Llava in her arms, his broken body hemorrhaging from many cuts and bruises.
As we were deploying in the room again, the bombardment started again. A grapeshot got in through the already broken walls and into the room, bathing us with some vile chemical that tried burning through us. As the Droods and Bards were working to clear it, one more fell through the walls, this one a ball of fire that exploded on impact. Heraach, Shelter, Grunwave and Areinh were thrown to the ground, their clothes on fire.
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