"Attack!"
The first thing I saw when I exited the portal onto the last floor was a twin horn disciple charging at me, his fist encased in fire. Not far from him were at least three others who had locked onto my friends and were either charging at them or preparing techniques. Against any normal arcanists at their level, they might have stood a chance, but we'd discussed this possibility, and we were at the third level with not only denser cores but a far greater understanding of the arcane thanks to Zirani's teaching.
