[center][h1][color=f7976a]Viktor[/color][/h1][/center]

That giantess is rather rude, but it seemed she had a point. The Sulfreyans had helpfully driven them here, alas the foreigners didn't seem at all greatful for the help in crushing the reavers.   
He makes a mental note of the necromancer's unexpectedly varied abilities, and her focus on the grimoire, oh he'd like to give [i]that[/i] a read.  
Viktor is briefly concerned by whatever that shouting wyvern rider did, some sort of foreign spell no doubt, but then the dagger hit their leader. Viktor hadn't even seen that thrown, clearly they had some sort of assassin among them, not ideal, such men are inherently treacherous, much better to handle things personally, but they [i]are[/i] out to assassinate a king.

They need to act fast, no doubt the enemy shall soon be routed, with their commander dead the ogre crushing the wyvern's skull their morale won't hold much longer. Most military treatises would say this is a good thing, but this band of Blackguards lacks the cavalry necessary to chase down fleeing horsmen, and secrecy dictates that none leave this place alive.  

Viktor steps behind the convenient barrier that is the giantess and her ice, then raises his hands into the air, it takes a little longer than his last spell, but soon a great fog seeps into the battlefield, seeming to flow from unseens cracks in the air. The smell of sulfur is unmistakable, but for the riders and the mounts far worse awaits, the miasma seeps through armour and withers muscles on contact. They shall not have the strength to run.
His only regret is that he will likely not be able to claim most of their souls personally.