Greta
*Without hesitation Lucrum would be ~~first~~ second, to commence his preemptive and follow-up assault with to his partner, he didn't need further warning to know that it was time to test thy mettle. . . His family Sabre suddenly rested nicely within his hand, today was a good day. . .

The young squire with a drive of instinct quickly mimicked his Flux gestures with his single hand. Before aiming it towards the group of mercenaries. Emitting a bold devious red pulse, along with a red sphere. Launching it into the midst of the group; Sending a ball of cackling lighting specifically the third, second, and fourth Merc. That were near each other. 

He remains steadfast and fluid. Soon after releasing his spell, his Sabre thrusts forward only to aim at Mercenary 1. Sending a fire bolt towards him. Now his eyes watching and counting their steps. . . Almost there, c'mon— just a tad closer.*

```
Lucrum! 
HP: 35/35
Mana: 27/36
Focus: 1/1

[Simucast: 1/2 remains, Quickcast, & Metal Projection.]



Movement: None, remains still.

Shockwave (Simucast) : Merc's 2, 3, 4 vs Shockwave | 11 | 14 (15)| N/A
 
Fire bolt: Fire vs Mercenary 1 | 8 | 11 | N/A
```
Emily
The four lightly armed and armored mercenaries scramble into formation just in the nick of time as their light shields are peppered by spells, though seemingly unphased. Taken by surprise as they were - they are unable to muster an appropriate response besides assuming this loose and undisciplined formation. 

```Mercenary 1 to 4 - HP; (25), Defense; (11), distance; (4 tiles)```
Jesse
_Almann chants and makes more gestures, producing a golden circle from his left palm. This time, his right arm stretches, and he launches a melee attack at the neck of Mercenary 1 using his Khopesh (shotel equiv.). They had to whittle down their numbers as fast as possible before they regain their composure._

```HP: 25/25 
Mana: 30/36 
Focus: n/a



Defense: 20
Movement: none

1st Half Action:


2nd Half Action:
Melee Attack: Mercenary 1 | 16 | 7 (13)Cut | n/a```
Donald
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Greta
**"SHOW YOURSELF COWARDS!— YOU HIDE LIKE PRISSY TURTLES IN A MALFORMED SHELL!"**

*Lucrum cackled loudly— But he wasn't hiding his irritation to the shoddy shield formation by taunting them, Knowing that if he were to attempt to charge them from the front he'd surely find himself biting off more than he can chew. They young squire, Quick with his hands and keen on his intuition. L Would glance to his partner, watching him focusing on a single mercenary opposed to the entire formation with his. He'd smirk at him, smart guy! L would do his flux hand motion, and aim his blade to Almann. A's armor would suddenly laminate with the warmth of an inferno resting on him. Lucrum, fueled with an ecstatic atone he would encourage his comrade onwards with some proverbs.*

**"SLASH AND BURN!—REAP WHAT YOU SOW!—"**

*L would flip-flip to a more straightforward retort. Something less poetic and more direct.*

"CURVE THY BLADE AROUND THEIR SHIELDS A! SHOW THEM THAT WE FEAR NO TORTOISE!*

```
Lucrum: Agitated! 
HP: 35/35
Mana: 19/36
Focus: 1/1
[Quickcast and Metal Proj.]

Defense: 10



Shroud of Flame! : Given to (A.) Almann.
 
Lucrum's Slash: Sabre vs Mercenary 4 | 6 | 7 | N/A
```