As the party rush into combat, Edmund kept scribbling something on a map of the local area, constantly looking over the battle and back at the map, constantly updating movements and placements, before calling out over the ruckus. "Everyone! To the island cropping! The bridges form natural checkpoints! If we can secure that island, we can have the enemy come to us in single file! We'll be able to pick them off easily! Cecilia, we entrust the village's liberation to you. Claire! Aurich! Follow me to clear this out! Everyone, hold them off until we can secure the island!"<br/><br/>Edmund yelled all this as he rushed into the recently occupied cover that Claire and Ashton managed to flush out, dark tome at the ready. Noticing the swordsman still standing after Aurich's attack, Edmund flipped through the pages of the tome, its magic radiating and causing his cloak to flutter in a non-existent breeze. "I'm going back to that old black magic!" Of course, it probably would have worked without the battle cry, the mymridon being able to miss the shot going wide.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Edmund moves from C17 to G18, and attacks the enemy at F17<br/>Edmund to hit: 81<br/>Hit Roll: 98<br/>Miss!</div></div>