Point-of-View: Sylvar Miirphys
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Guess there's no point in maintaining this snow storm anymore, the lowered visibility isn't going to help me in this situation. I dissipated the storm with a wave of my hand, and then flew further up to make sure that I was out of the reach of any ranged infliction spells like paralysis, while scanning my surroundings. Tch, archers on the fortress, wall and cliffs, and several ground troops...most of the Elves and Fairies were starting to fly up towards me.
What do I do? Killing this many of them is-...I'd rather not go through with that. And even if I was willing to do so, with these numbers plus an Elemental Sage, there's no way I'm coming out of it unscathed.
I can't heal any injuries that I sustain, so if I take too much damage, I might end up in a situation where I die a slow, painful death by infection or gradual blood loss. Those sound incredibly unpleasant, to put it lightly.
