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He looked at the gathered troops, amongst them it was the faces of his party that caught his attention the most. He could guess he looked as exhausted as them, less so even considering that they all sported signs of having seen battle on the front lines while all he did was bark orders from a safe position. Even Adam who should have been a caster appeared to have fought something strong enough to give him trouble. [s]He tried to hide the flinch that cursed through his body when Adam said his name[/s]

His mouth set itself in a firm line, unlike his usual scowl and all the more strange for it. He wanted to scream, to order his party to retreat, tho curse this world but neither of those were options so instead he followed the plan Alison and he had workshoped.

"Attention! This is what we are going to do...."

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Hate was a familiar and alien feeling.

He couldn't claim that James had ever truly hated, disliked and loathed yes but never before had he wished for someone's painful death, Zigmund, on the other hand, was well acquainted with the feeling of hatred that bubbled in his gut, like a hand gripping his neck and squeezing it in a slow fashion. It was maddening and made him want to lash out to the nearest person. He needed to hurt something fast, if only to rid himself of all the fury flowing through his veins.

Luckily for him there was an acceptable target.

The ogres were uglier than the ones back then, they were also better trained, unlike the wild swings of the one they felled these ones had something resembling discipline. Luckily his party was of a similar mind to him, devoting their efforts to one of the Ogres while Adam caused a huge conmotion in a mad dash.

He decided against adding his own offensive, instead he choose to do his best to offer support to Adam, Light beams flew from his hands, striking those who were in a position to harm him, while on the back of his mind the counterspell and barrier were ready to be used.

For as long as Adam could keep the transformation they would have the momentum.

The militia around him seemed to share the sentiment.

Behind there were the other clerics, no longer dedicating themselves to heal but rather to support, their magics being pushed to a level past exhaustion just to keep their allies healty and battle capable.

By his sides there were mages, each one casting their own elements and tricks into the mass of bodies, prioritizing the incoming ones rather than the ones the frontlines were battling.

All according to the strategy they had devised, now it was time to fulfill their part of said strategy and take down those damn ogres.

Seriously why was it always Ogers?