Belinda
Before the fearsome red Oni can bring down his weapon upon the two remaining guards they lunge forwards, stabbing their spears into Oshi's midsection. The spear-heads bury deep, and remain even as the guards are swept away by his club - sending their corpses flying to the right. Blood seeps from their battered bodies into the gaps between the stone brick paving. The corpses of the guards just dispatched lay in front of him - but even with his blood pumping and ears pounding he can still hear the boots of the guards impacting the alleyway's stone bricks.

Having closed the gap between them and the guards, the two guards in front of the group of eight or so guards raise their shields in defense and begin to approach. Meanwhile in the far distance the roar of horns can be heard. Artoria and Oshi estimate that in about five turns if they do not complete their mission and get out of here **The whole city will be here.**

```Front Guards = Dead! Damage (to oshi); 10
Guards 1 - 8 = HP (28/28)```
Paul
*The spears didn't even faze him, the demon easily slaying both guards. Turning around, he sees the 8 guards with shields raised. The logical thing to do would be rush straight at them, taking two ferocious swings, the first one a sweeping blow.*

```HP: 55/61

Focus: 0/6
Rage: 2/4


Oshikuru uses 1 rage to dash as a free action!
Oshikuru uses 1 focus for the Sweep play on his first attack!
Oshikuru attacks twice!
Attack 1: 19 | 17 | SWEEP 8
Attack 2: 22 | 20 
Oshikuru attacks the closest guard, staying 1 tile away and using reach!
```
Brandie
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*The fox heard the sound of horns reverberating throughout the city. They were so sonorous that the source seemed to be within Artoria's own mind; if they didn't wrap up their encounter within a good while, they would be completely surrounded. And at that point, Artoria would be completely depleted of both mana and energy; the last thing she wanted was to engage so many guards in close combat as a mage. Yet she didn't know of any solution that could work quickly enough to wipe out the entire platoon of guards that had appeared before her; with how long it took to eliminate the first troop, these ones would easily sap up enough blows in order for reinforcements to arrive. Despite it, she had to act; staying idle was an invitation for her capture.*

*In that next instant, however, something happened. There was a noise growing in the back of her mind, a noise resounding infinitely in her head. She could not tell what it was; every time she focused in on it, the sound morphed to something else. It was the wind rushing through the air, it was waves pounding against the rock; it was the earth rumbling beneath her feet, and it was sound of thunder roaring amidst a silent night. With each shift it grew louder. And as it grew louder, it brought about an oppressive, looming pain. Closing her eyes in desperation, she saw more; the magical symbols of a circle flashing amidst the darkness; a sapling growing at an incredible pace into a massive oak with roots that sprawled far past the horizon. She heard the singing of a heavenly choir about her ears, which was overtaken by the guttural screaming of monstrous entities. The sceneries changed, the audios transformed, but they all added to the sum of pounding pain that numbed her mind. She was grateful that she stood away from the frontlines, otherwise she'd have surely been slain. It grew louder - surely her head was about to burst with the sonority of the sounds! And louder - she heard her own groan amongst the mystical audio. It seemed as if this wouldn't stop until she died, and for a moment, she wished for death; death to quell the agony.*

*And then it all stopped.*

*All the noises subsided, all the visions dispersing into black again. There was no trace of any sounds that would overwhelm her once more, but there was a single one she could hear. Unlike the others, she could discern what it was instantly.*

*It was fire. It was the roaring blaze of life, the burning element of energy. And as she acknowledge its presence in the back of her mind, she felt herself be filled with mana - with energy. It was a sensation similar to what she had felt in the Hydra's cave as she basked in the mana crystals light, yet much more powerful, in the sense that it felt like her own. But what could she do with it? The answer she knew not, but she could tell that in this moment, she had full control over her magic.*

*Again she summoned a fireball in her right hand, but gave it a twin; in her left, another fireball formed with equal infernal intensity. She raised both arms, seeming to leave sparks in her movement's wake. As she fired them both towards the platoon, she felt a tinge of pity towards them. Their destruction was imminent.*
``` Artoria uses Final Evocation to cast fireball twice, focusing her magic for the sake of destruction. 
HP: 27/36
Defense: 7
Movement: Stays put
Fireball 1: 20 to Hit, 16 damage 
Fireball 2: 28 to Hit, 13 damage ```