Edmund nodded; things were going smoothly so far. Not even the occasional scare; in due time, they could, indeed, set up a defensive hold on this little island. He was amazed it was going so well, it couldn't last. Still, for now, he flipped through his tome. Obviously, with each casting, the mystic writing faded, little by little. Ah well. So long as he kept his hands from getting dirty, he was fine with sweeping up the leftovers the actual warriors in the group tore through.<br/><br/>When he heard the heavy thudding of Claire's armour circling around and coming onto the myrmidon he spent the last little while trying to dodge, Edmund was made aware of the invigorating energy coursing through his body. He was about to turn to thank Maribelle again, when he noticed that by moving to take out the myrmidon, there was now an opening in the line. An opening that soldier could exploit. An opening that was ripe for penetrating and getting at the lovely dancer, OR the princess!<br/><br/>"Get the behind me, dancer!" Edmund desperately called out, throwing out his black magic once again.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Edmund rolls 61 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=34820)<br/>Hit! Soldier takes 12 damage, taking him out!<br/>That's 30 EXP for Edmund?</div></div><br/>Watching as the soldier was knocked off his feet and onto his back by the blast of black magic, Edmund held onto Maribelle's arms...although the gesture screamed "I'll protect you," while the grip suggested "Protect me!" "Um...thanks for that boost. Again. Come on, we should secure this island. Using it as a foothold we can launch an attack on the castle without heavy risk."