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</div><br/>Ian was surrounded by bodies. Over ten blueish goblins littered the ground at his feet. Bodies contorted, or eviscerated. Their dark blood staining the snow, and filling the air with a sickly metallic stench. The same nasty blood dripped from his curled fists. His clothing was marred and stained, but his body was completely unblemished. Though, he couldn't imagine how hard it'd be to wash all of this out. Or to get the smell off.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">No time to be thinking of that David. </span></i>Not pausing to rest, he turned back to the campsite just as a loud screeching noise pierced the air. It was a bit loud, but his Enhanced ears weathered it fine. Looking to it's origin, he saw something new, and unsettling.<br/><br/>A specter was seemingly standing over Mystera. He could only just make out this wraith with his enhanced eyes, and from what he could see. She was looking Mystera straight in the eyes, apparently standing over the downed girl. As the young woman writhed on the edge of consciousness. Mystera's aura was flickering dangerously, and he could see an arrow sticking from her side as well. A purple aura was flaring from her body. And it matched the aura of this creature! Seeing it as some type of attack Ian marshalled his energy.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">That thing is going to kill her! I have to stop it now!</span></i><br/><br/>Pushing his body to full power, Ian pulsed visibly with Magic. His aura a sandstone yellow, and radiating to the naked eye. Like this, his vision clarified to the point where he could see the creature in stark detail. It looked like a lithe young woman, though the shroud and angle made the features difficult to discern. Raising his hand he almost flicked the monster out of existence. Crushing it with the dwindling amount of Inertia energy he had stored.<br/><br/>Only just staying his hand in time, it was his memory of Mystera's demonstration in Asterrio's home that kept him from killing the. . thing. The Magic felt very familiar as then. As well as the screeching ring he'd heard. He'd also thought he'd saw some type of afterimage back then but had dismissed the feeling. He'd spent many nights wondering and memorizing the sensation. And now he'd felt it again. Perhaps this wraith-monster is benign to Mystera? Some type of creature following her, feeding off of her or giving her power? The conflicting thoughts only just stayed his hand.<br/><br/>Lowering it, Ian scanned the rest of the campsite. His vision at it's best now, he could see everything clearly. Magical and mundane. Dayyan had slayed the chief hobgoblin and had dispatched a few of the smaller ones too. Combing through the creatures near him one by one with his dark sword. A few had snuck past him to the main group though, scattering to go for easier pickings. Astrea was giving orders to Jasmine and Albert who were only looking to protect her. The pair were slashing and killing the goblins that came near, but not leaving Astrea's immediate vacinity. She cowered behind the guards, putting up a brave front, but clearly rattled. Her orders coming out shaky. The guards shouted back reassurance, they were only looking to keep her safe as they'd been hired to do. But it still brought a sickening feeling to his gut.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Fucking scum, these kids are being left defenseless over here.</span> </i>The kids in question were fending for themselves decently well. He could see Annie and what looks like Moeilikheid firing shots from the cover of a wagon. How Moeilikheid was here, Ian didn't even have time to wonder. He looked further and saw Valentine slumped over another person's body. He would of been concerned but Val's signature was stable. The body he was cradling though. . . .Idonas was dead. The third member of the guard lying still in the snow. He could see the vicious bite mark from here, and the blood pooling all over the ground. As well as Valentine's loud sobbing, made Ian's heart pang for the boy. He wasn't ready for something like this.<br/><br/>Looking at the group as a whole. He could see none of them were. Something like this would be an exercise for the fifth years. Not the uninitiated.<br/><br/>But he couldn't console the boy yet. He couldn't protect them all. He couldn't protect Indonas. He could only do so much as a human. And even more, the enemy wasn't defeated yet. Work still needed to be done. With a scan of the surrounding area, Ian saw eight goblins left. Some of which hiding in the cover of the trees, but his eyes could see their signature as bright as day. Cover would not conceal them. Some of which were trying to kill in a melee frenzy. But Dayyan and the guards had them managed. One was even trying it's best to creep on the unsuspecting Val.<br/><br/>Annie and Mue were working as an amazing duo. As soon as one peeked it's head out, Annie tagged it in the chest, and Mue followed it up with a high-powered shot knocking it off it's feet. Her weapon looked like some type of kinetic wand. But the accuracy needed some work. Most of the shots missing it's target.<br/><br/>Assessing the area in the span of a few seconds, Ian attacked. With a wave of his hand, Ian batted the archer's return arrows to the ground. And with another wave he killed them with the remining Inertia energy in his Core. All of the remaining goblins thrashed violently before a sickening crunch left them lifeless.<br/><br/>Using a complicated torsion technique he applied rotating pressure to their heads. An audible snap and thump later and the monsters were dead. Heads twisted 180 degrees, and necks snapped. Sweat was drenching his shirt, and Ian could feel the Heat sit heavy in his chest. The cold night air, and biting snow should feel freezing, but he couldn't feel a thing.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">That's not good. </span></i>He'd pushed himself hard. Doing his best to minimize trauma and casualties.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Indonas. . .</span></i><br/><br/>But there was no time to grieve the fallen child. Even now, there was more work to be had. Sprinting forward, Ian though for a second. Mystera or Valentine. And thinking quickly, choose the girl. Her wounds needed to be looked at right away. Valentine's were apparently only mental.<br/><br/>He ran to her without a glance for anyone else.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"David-" </span>Astrea started running to him. But he brushed past her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Secure the camp! And bring anyone badly hurt to me!"</span>He ordered. Sliding to a stop in front of the deathly pale woman. Ian only spared a glance to the spectral wraith at her side. This cloaked figure standing next to Mystera. Sticking with his intuition, he choose again to not destroy it. Instead focusing on the wounded child in front of him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Someone get me the fucking first aid kit right now!" </span>He said, gesturing to the back of the wagon.<br/><br/>Thoughts were racing through his mind in rapid order. Ingredients for pain numbing tinctures. Dozen of potential recipes that he could use. She may also need a blood transfusion. Should he remove the arrow? It would be ideal, but he'd need to stem the blood lose immediately, and be 100% sure she could survive the shock.<br/><br/>Adjusting her body to be more comfortable he lied her head in his lap. Smoothing away her hair from her clammy face. In his mind, secondarily, he also wondered how did such a large group of monsters get so close to their camp? He should of detected them from a mile away in numbers that large, even in this dense fog and tree line. Looking at the low lying fog in question he said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"> "Is the fog getting thicker?"</span><br/><br/>Ian didn't need Clairvoyance Magic to know this was a bad sign.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Where's that medkit!?" </span><br/><br/>Someone had set the first aid kit beside him, but he was too busy looking out to see who it was. The fog was so dense now he couldn't see the snow at his feet anymore. Cradling Mystera's head, Ian was looking out to the west. Where the fog was sweeping in. Where Godrick's Forest lay. Where the monsgters had attacked from. And saw, as if from a horror play, two large chieftain goblins emerge. As well as another twenty blue goblin subordinates. Angry and yipping at the sight of prey.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>The only thing he could think to say is,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"> "Dear Lord, the mist conceals their Magic signature."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"David what do we do?" </span>Astrea's voice was normally so composed. Teasing. Self-assured. Confident. Sexy. But now, she looked terified. She looked like a scared young woman, too far away from home. And too far out of her depth.<br/><br/>Looking over the group he handed the medical supplies to Jasmine. The female guard. Who started combat healing the young black-haired girl.<br/><br/>Standing to his feet, Ian could feel the heavy steps of the hobgoblins through the ground.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Get ready they're coming." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">He said simply, readying his Magic for another round. The sweat was beading off of him in droves. His shirt was drenched, and he wasn't sure how many more huge feats of Inertia he had left in him before he hit his limit. Either way, Ian was determined to not let another person here die.</span>