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With the old man busying himself attacking Athena, Evan had time to explore an underrated force of nature. Gravity, as it assists and adds however much minuscule acceleration it can to the ice partizan now zooming in at least 50m/s towards the old man's head, from 15 meters high up.
If the old man manages to block it, he will be rewarded with unbridled perseverance, as the ice partizan will continue to repeatedly shoot itself towards the old man's head, in the fullest force it could muster. Even if it were stuck partially on the shield, it would still muster pulsed surges of force to dig itself further and further in.
As long as Evan is within range. 15 meters.

Speaking of Evan, he has just reached Yvonne's vicinity and bows his head. "Sorry... I await your receipt for the injury I caused..."
Seems he pieced it all together, witnessing the blood that was still on the ice partizan, the blood and torn clothes on Yvonne's leg area, and the notable lack of injury on the old man.
At this point he felt too guilty and distraught to notice the third enraged thug charging towards him, fresh off of its ice prison. Although, if the enraged thug's assumably heavy footsteps betray him, then Evan will grab one of the three warstaves on his back, turn it into a sharp shovel and ready up.

Distracted by the explosion, the second warg gets grazed by its shoulder and scooched away from its attacker. They were raring to assist against the old man, but they get flanked...
They had a plan. The left warg will tackle the flanking thug with its entire body weight and pin him down while mauling the chest area towards the heart, while the right warg hops at the back of the left warg and dashes towards the old man, intent to bite at him or his pesky shield and take away chunks of his mana.

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Evan backed off as the heat the immortal bodies exhumed threatened to reach his body, poking tiny holes at the thin ice armor around his chest. At this moment he wore around five layers of it on areas where he's fully clothed, and only one layer on exposed skin like his hands and face.
He's fully unsuited to fight these thugs, it seems. Everything he creates will just melt. Not enough power to pierce the body.
Should he just refocus on that old man? Louise can handle these thugs.

The wargs' mouths were drenched in blood, and with their partially melted faces, they looked extremely horrifying. Perhaps this is merely their true nature, exposed.
As they recover a little from what measly mana the dead captain had, they turn around to see that the other captain wasn't there anymore. Instead in the distance was a bright purple wisp lodged in a golden glowing eggshell. They ran towards it but stopped mid-way, piwaiting for the purple beacon to explode from a safe distance.

Evan too walked, approaching the old man. He needn't run, lest he wanted to face the full force of what emerges from bright purple arrow tips. That shield... He had a few ideas on how to pierce it, and he rared to test them out. Even though his confidence towards his piercing power waned.
He had nothing left to do but try.

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Evan let out a sigh, seeing the enraged thugs fully encased in ice. After moving them closer to each other away from Yvonne and Jonas' side, he pondered on if it was time to start the hardening process to entomb them forever, seeing as there was no way to really kill them.

Or so he thought.

Louise did it.
Her sword was stuck in the ice, passing through the enraged thug's heart, and it's not beating. Blood has ceased to flow, too.
Evan reached for the sword inside the ice, and the ice around just the sword turned into snow, and he yanked the sword out of the corpse. A standard issue sword? It looks plain and functional.
Evan grabbed the sword by its blade and handed it to Louise. "... Good job."
He reached out and patted her head, a sign that someone else used to do this to Evan to compliment him when he did a good job, too.
At this point, Yvonne yelled something, but Evan was too far away to hear. He glanced, but nothing seemed amiss. Yvonne just stood there, valiant.

The two remaining wargs, their mouths half-melted, looked at each other. They had no way to crush these immortals' hearts, especially with their flesh hardening to this degree. They glanced at the two captains, fresh from killing their careless warg brethren. It was an easy choice.
They leapt off the two enraged thugs, and set their sights onto the two injured captains, intent to tear them apart into shreds.

Evan, in the midst of his short walk towards the second enraged thug encased in ice, and while creating a hardened-ice replica of Louise's sword, detected that one of his wargs disappeared. He glanced up. Nary a moon nor its light sufficient to resummon the warg. He'll have to try next night.
He refocused, melting part of the entombment of the second thug to expose the torso, and repeatedly stabbing it psychokinetically with the hardened replica sword until its heart stopped beating. Afterwards, he would do the same with the third thug until it too ceases to live.

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An ice partisan enters the view, shot at full speed towards the gilded old man's own partisan to block his attack towards Yvonne, as Evan runs and gets in range of all three of these... strange, incredibly heavy, immortal creatures that only look human, and have lined themselves up between Louise and Yvonne. He winces a little, smelling the charred flesh of one of them, fresh from surviving one of Jazdia's explosive attacks.
Evan begins to ensnare the three freaks' bodies starting from the knees, elbows and shoulders with dry ice to lock all the movement joints first, eventually encasing them all at the same time in 1m³ blocks of ice within a second, while pulling them away from Yvonne and the gilded old man. He will glance once at Louise, and say "Go." while gesturing towards Yvonne.
Evan will then watch Yvonne and the old man's inevitable tussle, while hardening the ice prisons of these three monsters to a material comparable to steel, at a rate of ⅓ft³ per second beginning from their skin.
A disappointment will linger, for that old man is less a mage, and more a mere fighter capable of magic.

The two wargs currently fighting each of their own immortal freaks change up their strategies, going for bites at the weapons to yank and disarm them, then tossing the weapons away and letting loose at the freaks' necks to decapitate them.
The third warg with a stabbed neck, fighting a seemingly normal human, now seeks to do a similar disarming, then a bite at the man's waist to toss him at his partner, the other normal human on the enemy side. After which, it will seek to debilitate their joints with any number of attacks while they're downed.

Maximum effort. Evan will take the brunt of all these minions, if that means the women are free to gang up on this old man who has snubbed him. This shall be his revenge to that.

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This fight just numbered itself six against eight. That's not good. Additionally this will be Evan's first(?) encounter with an opposition that also boasts magical power. Equally not optimal... but maybe there is to learn from this.

One of Evan's closest wargs, who was supposed to be busy with burying dead bodies, leapt across Jazdia's entire team to target the leftmost bodyguard, intending to tackle him and/or bite whichever body part appeals to it and drag him away, either way isolating him from his mates.
Two more wargs run across the outer wall gate and intend to do the same at two random guards once they reach here. Shouldn't take that long with the speed of a warg.

As for Evan, he dissolves the two warstaves that have been in his hands the whole time, leaving air-light snow in the winds. Puts his hands in his longcoat's front pockets.
A circular shape forms itself in front of Evan. It eventually forms into a direct appearance copy of Jonas' magic shield, made instead with hardened ice. His partisan was copied too, and equally stomped at the ground.
He is a tad aware of the pride of humans, and how this could be considered a disrespect to their uniqueness. A direct challenge, even.
He's eager to fight this man. To learn how users of this little thing called "magic" actually fight.

While this happens, he allocates the rest of his ice-summoning limit to hinder enemies within his 15-meter range, by summoning heavy masses of ice enveloping their limbs and neck. This is only until Jonas makes another move to be copied.

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Evan watched as these women enacted their violences. Ruthless. That guy was running away, and he ended up being collateral on that explosion to take down the inner gate.
It didn't seem necessary. His back was turned, he had no will to fight, he could've been taken down nonlethally. Were they that pressed for time?
"We could have spared him..." Evan uttered. He could've helped lure the kingdom's alleged traitors out by warning them.

"Want some?"
He squinted, doubting that it was meant for him, until he turned and took a glance. Louise's outstretched hand offering a mini tart full of cream and topped with blueberries and a slice of strawberry. A very familiar set of fruits for him.
His right hand hesitantly reached out before he grabbed with a thumb and two fingers, and said "Thanks..."
Pulled his scarf down, put the whole thing in his mouth in one go.

Scratching could be heard from the outer wall east just before one of Evan's mystic wargs climbed all five vertical meters of it, ran towards them and began digging one of six holes.
Autonomously, it would soon bite at a corpse and drag them into that hole except for their weapons, pour back all the dirt in and stomp on it to make it firm, and stab one of the scattered weapons through the dirt pile.

A whole swallow later.
No discernible motion to point out with his Blood Sight, except for Veronica's side of the party.
Near their path seems to be five non-moving guards... Really? After all the commotion this side has caused? They do have blood circulating normally so they're not dead... No, it's not normal either. Looking deeper, their hearts beat erratically, and their blood flows faster than normal.
Could it be chalked up to fear? No... They don't act like it. They're just standing in place. What are they waiting on?
"Five more guards." Evan pointed at the inner wall towards the west, or one supposes five guards behind the inner wall that he can see. "Attack them too?"

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Ah, crap...
Evan failed to control his strength, and now one of the thugs had blood leaking into the gaps of their fractured face bones.
Strangely, it didn't disturb him as much as he imagined he would. No more disassociated to death than with the innumerable amount of wild animals he's killed in his existence, plenty enough to earn the ire of a spirit.
That's not good. He was disappointed in his inherent indifference to killing. He looked at Jazdia leaping towards the wall to hide. He liked her words. It is only a shame that he didn't really need them.

Wait, hiding? Bolts whizzed past Evan, stirring him back up into the battle he is in right now. He squinted.
It's easy to make the easy choice. To kill with no qualms like his current allies can, and excuse it as duty. Whatever karmic retribution this brings him, he'll just have to live with it.

He walks forward, grabbing the torch with an ice hand accurate to the size of his own hand, and hurling both towards the farthest thug, the fourth one at the back. Once within range, the giant ice hand lifts itself from the ground and its own permeated pool of cold smoke, and grabs at the nearest thug that wasn't yet assaulted by either Yvonne or Louise.

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An explosion and a strong gust of wind, followed by a smaller explosion. Evan winced at least twice. Yeah, they really were going to get loud, weren't they? It's not entirely that bad with the furred earflaps on his modified coonskin cap.

Oddly enough, it's being amidst a battle that only made him calmer, being more used to fighting than talking.
A deep inhale. Blood sight, eyes glowing gold. Six fleshy bundles of blood vessels incoming.
While he yet felt the courage, Evan walked up to beside Jazdia and uttered. "Just 'Evan' is fine."

A large hand made of 1m³ dry ice emerged above Evan in a third of a second, and immediately it careened itself towards one of the first two incoming men that Louise didn't shoot, shaping itself into a fist. As it reaches the man, Evan himself loses control of it for being out of his range, but he surely gave it enough spin to hinder or impact the three men behind the first two, even if the target dodges it.

A bassy thud would ensue as it hits the floor.

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One after another, warstaves made of hardened ice emerged from Evan's lap as he kneel-sat amidst the eight other people in camp. Nothing sharp protruding at any part of the warstaves. Looks like he's content to only bruise and debilitate their opponents.
In total he made five warstaves, and they're all for himself unless someone asks. Three of them latched onto the back of Evan's longcoat, and he placed the other two on the ground beside himself.

The wargs eyed the scenery, looking for spots to lay low and be close enough just in case someone needed to be fetched out of battle, but there's a problem dawning upon Evan's mind right now as he looked at these people.
He didn't know a single one of their names. It'd be a problem if his wargs couldn't identify who's who.

Reluctantly, he raised a hand ✋ to attract their attention. Just this first step alone was already daunting, but he had to push on. A partial gap in his mouth, a moment of hesitation, before he spoke.
"Hello. I am Evan."

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The air turns a little colder, as Evan approached the two bears Lily and Rose, as they were nearest to him and still awake.
"Hello. What is a bardiche?" Straight to the point. The bears didn't seem to mind.
"Sorreh han'some! No idear!"
"Be'er try da shor' ladeh o'er yonder-- bu' it soun' like sumthin' sharp 'n nasteh!" Rose pointed towards the exact woman wearing red armor, who wanted to borrow a bardiche.
Of course. Evan should've just asked her directly. She'd know the exact item she wants to borrow.
"Thank you." Evan nods and leaves.
"Anuh time, sugar!"
"Ya always welcome!" Rose giggles.
Evan merely thought, such friendly bears.

On the way, he noticed Jazdia by the fire. The unusually long-eared woman tinkered with a device he was unfamilar with. It looked complicated.
He elected not to disturb.

Evan then approached the woman in red armor. Something sharp and nasty... Evan could probably make that. He is familiar with several basic weapons. It shouldn't be a problem.
"Hello. What is a bardiche?" He asked the same exact question.