Yolanda
Well, the men are dead, practically all of them. If they aren't dead, they will be dead. They were practically being cremated alive, none of the two patrols would remain. They were free to take their first target, which layed stuck under a plank. He was find, but he wasn't... In really good shape. They were free to enter the town! The guards in front of the gate would remain where they are, probably demanding more soldiers to reinforce such a weak spot. Overall, with all the fighting, no one would notice the hole in the wall!
Douglas
*Feeling the scorching flame wash over him briefly, Idrid wonders what drove Artoria to use that. To be fair, it was an effective way to take all of the enemies out. Fortunately, he wouldn't be too burned, as his armor protected him from the brunt of the attack. He'll forgive him. This time.*

"I'll ignore the first time you did that. Try not to do it again. We should go through the hole, they won't expect it. A target's there as well."
Anthony
*Arthur paused for a moment; it seemed that most of the guards that were in the closest vicinity were just... Dead. That was actually quite easier than he thought it would be, and so the blows he had aimed towards the guard that had parried would hit their marks with no resistance. The soldiers, all of them, would be burned from the insides of the armor suits out. Arthur wasn't too sure if there would be enough blood left in the bodies that he could consume for a boost, but he sort of needed it; the flames that had covered his body that formerly boosted his senses to their limits died out at this time, so any sort of enhancement available to Arthur would be incredibly valuable. He remembered the last time he had consumed blood, which was only a little while ago before he went to that one cafe. He had drunken a good amount from the head of a mercenary, and he remembered how unpleasant the feeling of rapidly consuming that much of the crimson fluid was. Nevertheless, afterwards he had felt a good deal stronger, so once again, he needed to rely on his vampiric abilities to trudge through the mission.*

*He turned his halberd over to the bladed side, walking to one of the soldiers that was near the edge of the combustion radius of his spell. This one had looked the least seared out of all of them, but like the rest of the party, he (or she) was dead. He dragged the soldier's body out from the rest a small distance before taking the halberd, and raising it high above his own head. The glint of the blackened blade would be illuminated by the roaring fires of the village in the background, and once the edge had reached high above his head, he brought it down with his full force onto the neck of the soldier's corpse. Surprisingly, a good deal of blood came spilling out, though it was coupled with the scent of burnt organs and ashen flesh. Not taking a moment to daddle, Arthur picked the head up, the blood spilling down onto his once-shining armor. Spattering and splotches of the crimson would mar his suit, but nevertheless, he held the decapitated head of the soldier above his head, having the blood spill into his mouth, sliding down his throat.*

*The taste was still the same as always; it was unpleasant in the way that it was from the body itself, bearing an intense metallic taste as the gushing of blood hit his tongue. It slid down, down into his mouth, but he would not stop here. He would keep the head held near his mouth as it slowly began draining, emptying itself as its contents were poured into Arthur. Something about this feeding, however, was vastly different from the last time he had fed. It was almost endearing, almost tasted exotic, when it should have been repulsive and horrific. The moral sense he had before about drinking blood was still there; the kitsune still felt repulsed as he drank, but it was also almost as if he had grown fond of the taste. Like how a smoker wanted to quit smoking, but couldn't, blood was slowly becoming an addiction to Arthur, whether he realized it or not. The feelings of disgust were slowly fading with the passing second, until at a certain point, he was filled with a second of euphoria. However, once the head was drained, he snapped back to reality, disgusted again at the act he had performed. Though, this time, he instinctively licked his lips where dots of the substance had remained, lapping it up into his mouth without his conscious mind telling him to.*

*He turned to Idrid, seeing that like he predicted, the crocodile seemed to be fine from his attack. The armor had seemingly guarded him from most of the force behind the flames, and so Arthur nodded to Idrid in a somewhat apologetic way before turning back towards the hole which they had originally opened. The fire he had shot out into the village would most likely have caused a good deal of havoc throughout the place, but that wasn't nearly the point of this entire mission. Rather, they had targets to find, and more importantly, targets to kill.*

``` Mana regeneration boosted to 12.5/2 turns. 12.5 mana regenerated. Remaining mana: 86.5/210 ```
Douglas
*Walking towards the large entrance he created, Idrid's steps are surprisingly light. The burns aren't too harsh, nothing he can't handle. Looking at the mass destruction he's caused, his mouth expands into a toothy crocodile grin. Corpses of farm animals everywhere, impales by wood and stone alike. The best part was that the target was still alive buried under a plank.*

"Ah, there you are. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It'll only hurt a little. And then a lot."

*With that, Idrid proceeds to break every single one of the man's limbs, stepping on them before using his hands to snap them like twigs. He's not getting away. He flings him over his shoulder lazily, like one would a sack of potatoes.*

"Let's continue on. We have one target captured already."
Anthony
*Watching Idrid take the man and break his limbs, he was surprised on how the man didn't offer any sort of resistance; nor did he let out any sounds of pain. It was quite odd - was the man truly alive like they thought he was? And it was quite unsightly to watch each individual arm and leg contort into shapes they were never meant to make as the bones broke. Though, could he really say anything? He had done something far worse to another adversary, after all.*

"Yeah, let's get this over with soon. The fire should be able to flush out the other guys, but just to be sure, let's just go ahead and take a look around. Hope you don't mind a good bit of flames licking your tail."

*With this, Arthur turned away from the man, looking deeper into the part of the village they had entered. Most of it was up in flames and burning, but he didn't want to see that; rather, he wanted to find a lead, a path even. Just somewhere to go.*