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"Very well then." Viral stood imperiously above his opponents, but refused to accept his defeated target's weapon in any way. "Simply remember this day, if you have any thoughts of escape. You can flee to the far ends of the Earth, and join any army you like, but the second time I won't be so merciful. And I WILL find you." Those were his final words, as he merely scanned and added the soldiers in this army to his already extensive database. Any enemy soldiers already in the database would lose any chance to rejoin the army, as Viral had no time for traitors. A single chance at redemption by joining his side, that was all he offered.

Turning, he gestured to his army. It was clear they were to charge the city, as he marched back inside. It appeared his gunboats had been dealt with, and his infantry was taking some damage. They'd taken control of the main guard tower, but resistance had exceeded expected values. No matter. He would make up for any losses. After all, this bore all the hallmarks of a dangerous but small group of enemies, and he'd always wanted to create his own elite squadron. Now that he had returned to the field, soon everything would be rectified. After all, even if his minions failed, none could stand before the indomitable Viral.

[@Gentlemanvaultboy]

The creature looked at the charge, raising it's dual blades. If a snake monster could have grinned, it would have. As it was, it merely shifted it's tail in a menacing fashion, as it prepared to slice through whatever magical attack Firebrand would offer against it. And when a blob of magma emerged from the creature's beaked mouth, the Yuan'ti slashed as expected, but the blades were slowed by the magma, and barely missed the demon as it shot up from it's dive. Meanwhile the magma, unlike the fire, was not immediately dispersed, and managed to land on and scald the right side of the creature's body. It unleashed an unearthly screech as it quickly wove a ward against fire, limiting the damage to it's form. the magma seemed to be rebuked by the newly formed defensive ward, and slid off of the creature into the ground. More interestingly than it's ability to rebuke fire, however, was the reason it had not done so from the beginning, as Firebrand noticed the pain in it's chest momentarily decreasing. It appeared the Yuan'Ti could only focus on one spell at a time, and only when it dropped the ward once more did the curse resume it's task.

The Yuan'Ti stood still, after having a significant portion of it's right side scorched. Scales had been burnt off, revealing the black and red skin beneath. Had the wound not been inflicted by fire, perhaps it would have bled to death, and had it's constitution been anything but superhuman, the shock would have debilitated it significantly. But the creature stood, ignoring the pain. And the glare in it's eyes showed that it was not used to being harmed, and Firebrand's actions had made things personal. This fight would not end until the demon lay bleeding on the ground, another sacrifice to the serpent gods.

Words were whispered in an ancient tongue as runes were drawn in the sky. The cold began to spread through Firebrand's body, pain followed by numbness. Breathing became more difficult, as slowly it seemed all of Firebrand's bodily functions began to shut down. This curse was indeed a lethal one, and it would not take long before his heart itself stopped, or his lungs drew their last breath. Meanwhile the creature itself slithered forward, blades at the ready, seeming to wish to take a more personal approach to the fight. The same trick wouldn't work twice, and the anti-magic blades would make Firebrand's trademark attacks close to useless. Without assistance, he might soon find his journey at an end.

Meanwhile, the nameless red arremer found itself in only a slightly less unfortunate situation. A series of arrows shot up at it as the undead mercenaries focused their attention on him. Bladed warriors stood at the edges of the building, ready for his inevitable attacks, and anything but a direct hit from a fireball was practically meaningless to them. Destroyed arms or legs, holes in their chests, nothing seemed to do more than slow them down, besides destroying the head. They were still able to move and fight without a brain, but they seemed to still rely on their eyes for sight, and the blinded undead were rarely a threat. But for this red arremer to involve itself in the main battle with the Yuan'Ti would be difficult while under this amount of fire, and might simply draw the attention of the remaining undead to his boss, which would surely be disastrous.