The couatl carrying both Dalamar and Natalie flapped its feather wings and moved behind the northern wall so as to aid the large contingent of soldiers, mages and adventurers that entered the town from the southern gate. The horde's advancement into Furano was thus quickly stopped by these reinforcements, a brutal conflict ensuing in the streets and on top of the northern wall. Thankfully the support staff already made their way to the bunkers thus preventing an unnecessary bloodbath.
"Hoh looks like he's still kicking." Dalamar muttered, a smile growing on his lips as he started chanting some 4th circle magic. His apprentice and granddaughter Natalie looked on in awe, blown away every time she got to witness her master's magnificent magic.
"[Piercing lances of azure fire]" After a short aria Dalamar waved his beautifully carved staff and summoned dozens of intricate blue magic crests upon the battlefield below.
