Plaza at the Pier, Execution Platform
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“Look out!”Guards dove out of the way as a bright flame was launched towards them, narrowly escaping the blast radius. The attack had been successful, however, as not all were able to escape the blast in time, charred corpses on the platform.
“She is dangerous. We must not let her reach the Queen. Not her, nor the pyromancer, or that warrior.”
There was the lightest sense of appreciation decorating Vulluin's gaze as he side-eyed the warrior. His voice rose over the chaos, directed to the guards.
“Protect Her Majesty, arrest the intruders, and secure the duke!”The remaining guards acted quickly, coming down from the other side of the raised platform to form a protective line in front of the Wizard Queen and the rest of the nobles. Others stalked around the charred corpses, eyes on the Sparrow, his dragon, and Duke Willowsteel.
Duke Willowsteel watched with silence as the lit arrows soared towards him. His eyes flicked to Duke Rhinecliff, before they shut.
Surely, this was the end.
Well, not if Raiden had anything to say about it.
Raiden saw the arrows shot by Duke Rhinecliff arcing towards Duke Willowsteel, and acted fast. A low whistle under his breath, and the green dragon twisted around the duke, forming a protective barrier. The arrows hit the dragon's scales, the scales glowing white slightly with each impact, before bouncing off harmlessly.
Unwinding slightly, the dragon's head reached down as low as possible. With a grunt, Raiden leaned down and grabbed Sev's arm, practically dragging the man onto the dragon. With one last curt whistle, Raiden made eye contact with Duke Rhinecliff, then the Wizard Queen, gave a mock salute, and the dragon took off into the sky.
Guards hollered, throwing all manner of spells, fireballs, and electrical attack at the receding figure. Alas, simple twirls in the sky, and the dragon managed to dodge most, before it was naught but a speck against the evening sky.
Now?
The collective rage of the Queen's guards was now wholly focused on Islara and her two Sparrows. Vulluin as well, as his face settled into a delicate scowl.
As Duchess Agustria's personal hand approached the side of Sir Hayworth's side, Vulluin eyed her. Someone capable of evening the odds more.
Good. It would be more likely they'd be able to apprehend and questions these meddlers.
”Take them alive if you can. If not, at least one to suffer being tied to a post will do.” Vulluin said, raising his hands towards the three Sparrows.
Immediately, the sky overhead clouded, and shards of ice, sharp like glass, began raining down on Islara and her companions. The guards, obediently, backed up so as to stay out of range, closing their ranks around the Wizard Queen. Vulluin, at the same time, activated his Seed, hoping to imbue them with enough fear to sow discord among their ranks.
Meanwhile, one of the guards slunk around to the side of the Wizard Queen, bowing before whispering in her ear. In the next instant, her eyes narrowed as her gaze locked on Duke Rhinecliff.