He wanted to imagine things were on the mend after the first wave. It was not the case, he immediately spotted Valentine clutching a dead body, one of the guards, he could not discern who, he was saving his magic. Only releasing it as needed and by the movement he requires. A long period of time and effort went into perfecting his methodology of using magic this way. It is nowhere near as potent as going full power or using it in the way his professor or other mages would, however, it certainly is superbly efficient in long drawn out engagements.<br/><br/>He surveyed the camp once more. Annie and the goblin were busy taking shots at the remaining goblins while Ian dispatched his group of enemies and turned towards him before a shockwave blasted through them followed by a loud screeching noise. Both professor and former student watched as the ghostly apparition that followed Mystera was made manifest. A moment of confusion struck Dayyan before it was replaced by dreaded realization as he noticed the arrow protruding out of her side as she lay unconscious in the snow. Ian rushed towards her and as he began to do so as well, he stopped in his tracks. It was chaos right now, but he was calm, despite his distress over Mystera's condition, this calm allowing him to notice the intensifying mist swirling about their feet first, before beginning to steadily rise and envelop them.<br/><br/>Ian shouted for a medkit and Dayyan reacted quickly, enhancing his eyes to penetrate through the forming fog and bringing over the medkit from one of the wagons before looking out over the direction where they were first attacked. He understood the purpose of the fog just as Ian said it out loud.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Dear Lord, the mist conceals their Magic signature."</span><br/><br/>No wonder they didn't feel their approach. Goblins are wild creatures and thus have no control over their magical aura and thus it is nearly impossible for them to mask their approach. To be hidden in the mist only means this was not their handiwork and that left a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Someone was controlling them. Someone human. Someone wanted them dead, for whatever reason. Now's not the time to sleuth it over, the two chieftains creeping closer with every heavy step are a problem, not to mention the little posse of goblins accompanying them. Ian was sweating, he did a phenomenal job of protecting everyone as best he could. It's time he actually put in his effort and protect his new charges.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Get ready they're coming."</span>Ian said as he stood up but Dayyan placed a firm hand on his shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Sit this one out, professor. I want you to focus on saving Mystera and if needed, be the last line of defense if I fall." </span>The ghost began that loud screech once more and Dayyan saw one of the chieftains thrash about in pain and anger, blood spurting from it's eyes and then from it's ears, senses deprived as it swung about with its club. The other chieftain avoided his partner and moved away while the goblins began to charge.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Professor I mean it, stay with the guards!"</span>Dayyan called out one more time before he forged onwards and called out orders to the students.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Annie, goblin kid, pick out any goblins coming too close for comfort, I'll try to thin them out. Val, I trust you to be my comrade and kill any stragglers who escape my grasp. Mystera's 'friend' already helped us plenty, time we ended this so we can tend to our wounded."</span><br/><br/>He cracked his neck and willed magic into his limbs, intoxicating power coursing through him this time as he planned to be brutal and efficient rather than playful and casual. The first wave of goblins was almost upon him. He readied his sword and used it's core to generate magic for his next swipe and swipe he did in a horizonal slash. A purple energy wave undulated from the sword in swift flight and sliced all six goblins in twain, dropping them dead.<br/><br/>The other goblins kept charging unbeknownst to them, it seems the mist concealed them but did nothing else for them and they were blind in it as well. More goblins charged out of the mist, stumbling face-first unto a grim-faced Dayyan who lay into them with sword and magic alike. A few dodged him or even out right circled around him and he trusted Val and co to dispatch them without fail. In his focus, he almost did not notice the heavy whoosh barreling towards him from the mist but he did and he stepped back just in time to avoid a stone club to the face from the second chieftain. He roared at Dayyan in challenge and Dayyan accepted by lunging forward in breakneck speed and kicking at the hobgoblin's knee, causing it to buckle and force him to kneel on it before he followed up with an enhanced haymaker that sent the hobgoblin flying to the side and smacking his face against a nearby tree with a resounding crash. The monster shook his head and then snarled at Dayyan, tried to swipe at him with his hand but Dayyan nimbly dodged it before kicking him squarely in the face. Blood splattered as the hobgoblin was now reeling on his back from the force of the blow, dazed and confused.