[I]This will be much more difficult than the last time... Our numbers are fewer and theirs are greater... They have the advantage...[/i] As the slavers approached, Melvus' right hand rummaged in one of the inner pockets of his robe until he produced a vial. Using his left hand, he uncorked the vial and poured it out on his outer cloak, which was covered in blood still.
 
The clear liquid pulled itself from the bottle, until the last drop, it thinned itself out until it covered the entire cloak. The fabric maintained its lucidity but was now as hard as armor. [I]One hour... I have plenty of time...[/I] It didn't take long for the enemy to get into a formation, archers behind, the slaver, himself, behind them on a horse barking orders at the rest of their lot, a few swordsmen with dogs... [i]No, wolves...[/i] Melvus silently cursed. [i]The enemy is more organized this time...[/i] Melvus glanced down at his right arm, he figured that the elf's healing magic would be enough, it felt mended at any rate. 

Not long after the enemy formed up, the archers let off a volley of arrows at the group. Melvus turned around and pulled his hood over his head. He could feel the arrows through the fabric, it was as though a small child was lightly punching his back. [i]It's effective if nothing else...[/i] When Melvus turned around he was met with a wolf. It was in his face, well... not really in his face but it was really close, just a few feet away at this point. Not far behind the wolf was a handler, he was one of the swordsmen, who carried a chain and a longsword. 

As the wolf jumped to attack, Melvus brought up his staff and pushed the dog off of him, not before it knocked the wizard to the ground. Melvus quickly regained his footing, by this point the mercenary, Melvus decided that he must be a mercenary or a bandit of some type - perhaps a slaver himself, the merc-bandit-slaver charged the wizard, neither of them really took notice of growing fog behind them. Melvus side stepped as the merc-bandit-slaver lunged. The dog jumped again. The beast broke a few white-yellow teeth on his cloak as it attempted to sink it's fangs into his right arm. Melvus knocked it off with his staff, rearing around he pointed the staff at the hound and whispered "Rain of Light" From the staff burst a shinning spear which broke into many smaller spears, most of which sunk into the wolf, mutilating it beyond recognition. The beast's scarlet blood soaked into the dirt beneath it.

The swordsman was on-top of Melvus by now, the latter attempted to sidestep the charge, as he had done the last time but he tripped on what was probably a stone of some kind. The duo fell on top of each other, the man's sword was knocked from his hand, clattering on the ground. The merc-bandit-slaver threw a punch at Melvus who had no real choice but to take it. The larger man's fist slammed into the wizard's face, breaking a few teeth and rattling the latter of the two. As Melvus was regaining himself, the swordsman took no time in landing a few more punches, Melvus showed no emotion as the man brutalized his face, rendering it to a bloody mess. The wizard placed his hand on the man's neck, the man took notice and moved his hands to remove the wizard's hand. He was likely fearful of what the wizard would do. 

Melvus yelled, "Rain of Light!" Blood splattered in a great many directions as the man's head was ripped from his body. From a distance, the wizard placed his hand on the man's neck, yelled a spell, and from the back of the man's neck, as his head was ripped off in a bloody mess, shot a shinning spear which broke into a great many smaller spears which hit nothing, perhaps a wall or something, Melvus wasn't paying attention.

Melvus took notice of two archers emerging from the, now prevalent, fog who knocked arrows and fired at the wizard who had promptly disappeared, their arrows causing dirt to explode up from where they landed. Next to Sister Agnes appeared a bloody wizard, "Good sister, may I ask for some assistance?" Melvus could hardly see, he wiped his bloody face, painfully, with the sleeve of his cloak.