So too, did the Stormfront's men's messy retreat leave them increasingly open to Vol's butchery. The gaps between each man grew. Whatever semblance of order they might have had was now thoroughly gone.
"NOLLANNN!" A man shouted, a Stormfront accent, though he proceeded to speak in the Yarmdon tongue. "WHAT IS THIS!? I THOUGHT HE WAS A DEAD MAN! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS A MAGE!"
His words were clumsy, but his meaning got across, regardless of the language barrier. Nolan's look darkened in response. He whispered something to Beth, who nodded, and dashed off into the trees. Vol acknowledged it out of the corner of his eye, and shifted his shield in his arm, reminding himself that it was still there.
!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!
SKILL POWER CRIPPLE ACTIVATED!
