The coordination between Yarlen and the mages is impressive.
He would rush in along with pretty boy and try and take Leak out or snatch the scroll, giving the mages a moment to breathe.
Big man moves look like a nimble jungle cat, and the blasts of mana sent at the right time nearly trip Leak up.
Nearly.
Her fast moving staff will strike Yarlen at the worst times and in the most painful places, allowing her to maintain her distance and continue playing with all the tired young mages.
Grabbing his groin for the fifth time with one hand while leaning on his sword with another, Yarlen growls in frustration.
"What are you doing Rane"!?
"Get the fucking scroll"! He shouts at the blonde haired youth.
"And end up like you"? Rane asks calmly while circling the two, positioning himself directly behind Yarlen once more for another rush.
Yet Leak has sensed a shift, the blasts are coming at slower intervals.
