Iris bit her lip, her long hair that had been loose was now flowing down. The tree roots that protected her were half hollow from the Witches' attacks, Miguel didn't use any strength on Iris, he just stood and watched with a smile on his face.
"Dammit, you are dammit! Deliberately making them attack me at the same time!"
Iris wanted to curse Miguel again, but the witches kept on casting their magic at her, she had no choice but to defend herself and direct her red smoke and counterattack. The undead that she summoned slowly started to arrive and attack the witches.
"Ah!" A Witches was flung backward, the Undead orc tugging at her feet and slamming her down.
A moment of chaos ensued.
Iris chuckled softly, the Undead had arrived. She looked at Miguel with a defiant look. The Great Wizard realized that he had to intervene.
BLAR!
