Anthony
*As Idrid slammed his own mace into the wooden wall, Arthur nodded silently as a small note of approval. The reptile's body somehow started popping and crackling with lightning, and for a moment, Arthur could sense immense strength emanating from the reptile. He hoped that this force would be enough to cause an opening in the wall, in which case he would silently slip in, but for now, he retreated back a bit under the covers of the shadows, prepared to attack any of the guards that wandered into their direction. Silently, he drew his sword, quickly having it shift into it's halberd form. After all, you can't really fight people that outrange you with a sword; that was just stupid. He silently began hoping that the guards would come swarming to the trap, and to Idrid, so that they could easily dispatch of all of them. However, a thought had crossed his mind; what the hell was Zenoral doing? He could hear the man from where he was at the moment, sounding like he was begging for something. A stark contrast to how he had spoken to Arthur and Idrid earlier, which was quite odd. Nevertheless, Arthur backed off away from the wall, halberd in hand, careful not to make a lot of noise as to reveal his own position. Idrid could hopefully take the pressure of being charged at from all directions, and to be honest, he seemed like the type to go head first into battle instead of hiding for the best moment to strike.*

Lemme check the sheet
Yolanda
This did catch the attention of the guards at the gate, the officer taking a large step back at the loud noise. But of course, before hearing this, he saw well... Blue lightning in his peripheral vision. The horn was blown, signalling well... Something. Something major at least. There was yelling from inside the village ass... You could assume, people were running into their homes to hide. The soldiers at the gate would push back, covering the entrance completely, the rest of them reinforcing the shields in front.

The smash was strong enough to blast through the wall, fragments of shattered wood and stone flying everywhere. No one seemed to notice the hole yet. It blew straight into a farm building, carcasses of cows and pigs laying on the floor, being crushed or impaled by stone and wood. Gruesome death. And there... Was one of their targets. The old man!

But of course, they wouldn't go uncontested! The patrol cleared the corner, doing their battle plan! At least... A plan that woulf hopefully deal with the big boy. Arthur was able to see what the Bola man was able to do... The man threw the bolas, which were massive. Definitely enough to bind Idrid's legs together! This would take a lot of energy, but they managed. The other soldiers on the other hand would create a wall to protect themselves and their comrades.

Zenoral was able to see inside, civillians running and jumping into buildings to hide. A large amount of soldiers and officers in a similar uniform getting out of their break. Show time! That... And there were some hooded men. S c a r y
Pablo
*Seeing the man raise his bolas out of his very large peripheral vision, Idrid knew that those were an effective tool against larger, more immobile targets. Smart. Idrid slammed his large shield into the ground, some distance away from his legs to block it best he could. He really didn't see any other option. Hopefully Artoria knew what to do and get the old man. He could last against the soldiers, for a bit anyway. He wondered what Zenoral was doing. Soldiers were probably lined up against him. Serves him right, being all arrogant, and rash as well. At least Idrid was willing to discuss the plan. Stupid, too, no armor, no weapons. It didn't matter if he was an Oni if a spear found it's way into his neck. Hopefully it does. Then he and Artoria could split the gold 2-way, instead of in thirds.*
```5 mana regained, 53 mana remaining```
Peter
*Zenoral could see the chaos continue. His tone shifted to a more extremely confused one. Of course the Oni was still acting, but if they were that much of an idiot to break in the wall to try and stealth this, it only made him want to place his face in his palms in shame. Though, the Oni had zero time to waste. Slowly standing upright, he would take off in a full frontal sprint towards whatever heavy vegetation he could find. Where was he going? The opposite direction to where the two went. They'll need support at some point, and the idiot's doing something as reckless as this proved it. 

At this point, his direction was for the other wall on the side. Sticking to the vegetation while he made his move. If he could get the drop on the enemy while the two handled the crowd. Then he could possibly salvage the already fucked situation.*
Anthony
*Arthur heard a large slamming as Idrid's mace connected with the wooden wall, scattering countless pieces of the material, as well as some hints of stone, into the now-exposed village. The walls would crumble slightly from where the reptile had hit his blow, sending tiny pebbles of rocks and whatnot pattering down onto the floor, where he could see countless carcasses of cows and other livestock lay spread out, crushed by the stone or gruesomely impaled by the pieces of the wood that had been launched because of Idrid's strike. Along the bodies, he was able to see another odd shape, one that didn't match the beastly corpses that littered the area. No, this one was much more humanoid, but from where Arthur stood, he figured that it was most likely one of their targets; the woman that had overlooked their arrival said the individuals would be lying in some of the farmhouses, after all.*

*However, because of this loud, deafening strike, obviously the guards were going to come flocking to the source. All part of what Arthur had imagined in his mind; this was more or less how he had thought the events would play out. The guards that had turned the corner would emerge, though one of them had aimed a bola straight towards Idrid; perhaps that was what lay inside the bag he had spotted earlier? Anyway, they would advance only slightly before stopping to form a defensive wall as they faced Idrid. He didn't see any other guards turning other corners, so Arthur, gripping his halberd, dashed out of hiding towards the hole Idrid had made, stopping near the entrance. Quickly casting Daggers of Flame with his spare hand, he peered into the village, launching each of the daggers to the flammable objects he could find within the small entrance. When this action was complete, he proceeded to cast Burn Up on himself as well, raising his senses and boosting his speed by a great amount.*
``` Burn Up and Daggers of Flame cast. Remaining mana: 129/210 ```
Yolanda
Well, there was just one minor oversight on Idrid and Arthur's part. The man was already carrying the bolas when they were watching them. He actually took off the bag, chucking it at the group. It was full of a thick, translucent fluid, splashing out of the leather bag... 

It smelled like pig... Pig fat...? Pig grease! Oh no. They were just splashed by pig grease! There was then a red flash, the bola man firing off a fireball. It struck the grease, which would be either on the group or on the ground near them, lighting it aflame. Like a massive flame! 

The bolas would have struck, smacking upon the shield with an insane amount of force. Interesting! But it didn't do the bola job. There wasn't a reason why it should. Flaming pork grease was good enough!

Meanwhile, on Zenoral's side, the guards would not budge, keeping their entrance guarded. But depending on his angle, he might be able to see another group of soldiers clearing from the other corner of the town. The patrol was getting reinforcements
Douglas
Most of the oil would splash into his shield, small amounts now adorning his helmet, glinting bronze and golden in the light. The fireball bursted against his shield setting it ablaze. His own person would be unaffected. Too bad for them. He decided to charge them with the blazing shield, cause why not. Arthur had the first target covered. He starts to charge the group of soldiers, attempting to slam them with the shield, but he grows even larger than he is before.

```Enlarge cast, 35 mana and mana cap spent, 18/45 mana remaining.```
Anthony
*Roughly ten meters away from where Arthur had stood, he glanced for a moment as the guards threw a small leather bag at the pair of himself and Idrid. Since they were rather far away, roughly about 10 meters, and the amount that came out didn't really seem to be that much, Arthur watched as most of the substance splashed itself onto Idrid's shield, the metal itself becoming shining and lustrous as it was illuminated by the flame of Arthur's fire. The rest of the substance seemed to splash onto the floor in front of the crocodile, a safe distance away from Arthur himself, and he watched as another object was sent out of the person who first threw the Bola that had impacted Idrid. It was blazing and fiery, so that could only mean one thing; it was a fireball. Setting the ground in front of him in a hot, hellish fire, the oil would be the fuel to the flame that caused a wide area of the ground to be covered in the inferno. A stupid move, if you were to ask the kitsune: The guards had blocked off their entrance into the hole, sealing themselves off from Arthur and Idrid. They could easily infiltrate now, but...*

*Arthur had to watch as Idrid grew to an enormous size, which shocked the vampire for a split moment. He grew to monstrous proportions, and charged the party of guards that remained past the fire. It was quite stupid, if you were to ask Arthur, to barge in head first when they could have just entered the facility right now, but he figured that the fire inside the village that he had started would snuff out their targets soon enough. From what he could see, his flames had set four wooden buildings on fire, and the fire was rapidly spreading amongst the nearby buildings as screams could be heard from various ones. Smoke was rising from the city, and wooden ashes were becoming ever so prominent in his view; it was quite a sight, if he were to be honest. Though, that lingering trauma of his own home burning would cause him to jolt to attention; he wasn't so much afraid as the fire like he was before, and the buildings he was burning bore no resemblance at all in size nor grandeur to his own former complex. Nevertheless, the sight of the burning buildings made the kitsune turn away briefly back to the soldiers Idrid was fighting. Because of his size, he could probably handle the three alone, but Arthur assumed that he also needed to assist the man. That was only to be expected, right?*

*Turning back from the hole in the wall, Arthur raced around the fire to where Idrid was attacking the soldiers. Attacking from an open side, he would use his halberd to swing twice in wide arcs at the guards, hoping to take multiple down with as few swings as possible, with the hammer portion of the weapon. His attacking speed and reactionary time would attest to this action, but just to make sure, Arthur would set his left hand on fire, casting Enveloping Hell once he got close enough to the guards. Hopefully this would be enough to take them all out, but if it wasn't, Arthur was ready to continue his assault when the initial, critical strike was over.*
Peter
*During this chaotic skirmish. Zenoral found himself around the wall that was cleared due to the fighting that went out on the other side. Slowly tapping his feet forward to place his hands on the stone wall. He took a moment to get a feel of it, the stone seemed something that he couldn't break, but the limestone used to hold the stones together could possibly be cracked. But why would he need to break the wall? Didn't that not work with the others? Zenorals goals weren't that of breaking a hole in the wall, rather he was going to climb over it.

Focusing the special aura that let itself off the Oni's body like steam with a impending pressure. The muscle mass that he had between his arms and legs would seem to tense up, thickening in total durability and having his nails pit stretch themselves to grow at exactly 3 inches. This took time, letting the odd transformation settle around his body before he would attempt to hold his fingers together to shoot his right hand towards the limestone that connected one part of the wall. Hoping that he had enough power to at least break a bit of it and slowly get a handle on where he needed to climb.*

```
Cellular Structure Control casted, 50/75 MP remaining/ soft capped at 50/50.
```
Yolanda
The 5 stood behind to fight against the big boi. They created a wall, the Halberdier holding the back of the outside flank, while the mage held the back of the other flank. While they did this, the mage hastily pulled back, launching another fireball at Idrid! Well... Hopefully it did something. 



Arthur's attack would be stopped, a guard coming up at him with a parry, blocking his swipe with the hammer, pushing it up, twisting, and going in for the stab centre mass! But of course, this wouldn't end well for any of them the soldier that made the attack would have been burned before he could even connect. The rest would have also been burned. The rest of the soldiers in the back still continued to fight! 

Meanwhile, Zenoral was probably able to climb the wall. He'd drop down behind some person's house. It was obviously occupied, but no one would see it.
Douglas
Fireballs? Laughable. Idrid's now 800 lb body, combined with his heavy armor and massive shield, slams into the shield wall at 38 mph. That's a big ouch. He swings his heavy mace at a soldier's head, which is quite low for him. Hopefully before the massive wave of fire. While turning, he also noticing the flying bag of burn stuff. He turns his shield using the momentum of the swing and successfully blocks most of the flaming material, though some makes it onto his helmet. No problem. The bigger problem is that Artoria's using a massive fire attack right next to him, so he's not sure if he gets burned or not.
```5 mana regained, 23/45 mana remaining```