Dmitry watched as the tempo of the battle dramatically shifted. In rapid succession, T.A.C. reinforcements trickled in from all angles, spreading the outlaws thin. Without even giving orders, or communicating amongst each other, they all individually worked to dismantle the outlaws.
It was a marvelous spectacle.
Connor De' Finn, the Ranath fire mage, had disposed of the heavy artillery unit with relative ease. Flanking the main outlaw unit came Allan Phaedrus, whose powerful beast companion charged in tow. They both smashed and pummeled their targets, shattering magical barriers like glass. Then, Dmitry sensed a power influx from the outlaws. A simple sensory spell determined that half of the spells casted had dissipated. Before he could figure out what just occurred, he spotted the downed outlaw mage at the corner of his eye, courtesy of a T.A.C. Cathian. Quallyss the Mad. Dmitry grinned as all of the T.A.C. officers converged to his spot.
"Pleasure to meet all of you! Wish it was under more appropriate circumstances, but-" Another energy flux caught his attention. It was slow rising, and hard to detect, but Dmitry sensed it from an outside source. Then without warning, a large, 2 foot long insect scuttled toward his feet. Dmitry raised his boot in an attempt to squash it, but canceled the notion as he spotted a note attached to its carapace. After quickly surveying it with a scanning spell to make sure it wasn't some kind of trap, he grabbed the note and read it.
This rope is spread around the floor. Use some magical power to try and b use the rope as a medium to discharge their magical effects. I know it won't last, but it will give us a chance to even the odds.
Signed;:
Finn.
Dmitry grinned. The man who had remained in the shadows finally made his play. Judging by the creature, Dmitry recalled the recruitment files. Finn was of the hunter class, and proved, like all whom had arrived, that he was a proficient T.A.C. officer of his craft. He traced the dim energy signature of the rope that was casted. It covered the entire radius of the hangar bay. He looked up and gave a nod to wherever Finn was, then glanced at the T.A.C. officers surrounding him.
"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need help?"
Kovalev turned to greet a second Cathian, Chuan. His question regarding the whereabouts of their airship brought a chuckle.
"Hell if I know. Probably taking the leisure route. And to answer your question: yes, we can use your help." The Org outlaw and the remaining band of his cronies stood behind cover in the center of the hangar bay.
"At my signal, clean up the stragglers...Allan lead the charge." Dmitry focused, concentrating on the entire length of the rope. Then without warning, the barrier that surrounded him, and everyone else in it, vanished. The ethereal energies spiraling about his mechanical arm burned a bright shade of white. "Now!"
His mechanical hand grasped the rope the insect had in its mandibles. Like wild fire, magic fused with the rope from both ends, following a crackling sound like glass as a blinding light enveloped the hangar bay. However, just as the blinding flash disappeared, along with the enemies magical defenses, an airship came into view. For a moment Dmitry felt a sigh of relief, but upon quick inspection, realized that it was not their airship.
"What the---"
This airship was much smaller. Orange banners flapped in the wind, while mounted speakers all around its hull were blasting a musical orchestra.
"Everyone watch out! It's coming in too hot!" Dmitry warned, prepping a barrier spell. The airship's hull was inches away from their heads and the loud music playing from the speakers rang into Dmitry's ears. As it passed over head, small pieces of paper and string rained down.
Confetti? The airship descended past the group, slamming violently into the pack of outlaws; their screams dulled out from the music.
"Wulgoth....reporting."
Dmitry turned around to face a long-haired, org-humas, hands propped onto his waist, with a fanged grin of confidence. He must have jumped off the airship seconds before it crashed.
"Where is the airship?" He asked. Dmitry glanced between Wulgoth and the crash site, then sighed.
"Looooong day indeed..."
