<em>(Fine, then retconned so that he was hitting several dozen of them or hitting them at their staging areas, he honestly didn't care. As long as he was relieving the pressure on the locals by about 100 soldiers. And no androsphinxes that need to be rescued? He is always a sucker for a damsel in distress.)</em><br/><br/>He leaned back into his chair, and closed his eyes, letting the others talk around him, exhausted by the amount of magic he had been using. Most of it was overkill to be sure, but he had wanted to be sure.