The unicorn stood with pride, its horn thrusted into the air and its nostrils flaring. Both of the beast's eyes are the color of the true black, the most black black you will ever see. So black just looking at it eats away at your psyche. With a snort the unicorn casted flaming arrows that hovered over its shoulders. With another, ice shards shot at the group.
Controlling both ice and fire magic is unusual, but not unheard of. The very principle of it is wrong, and it takes great composer to not mess it up. Most mages specialize in one field. But one of the benefits of being a monster is casting spells is as innate as breathing.
The ice shards the size of bullets flew through the air like a bird zipping here and there. Hans the tank of a man easily stopped half of the projectiles with only scratches to show for it. But the others found it a little less easy. Wolf used his massive flaming sword as a shield, well Wisp dodged left and right. Pheap pushed his hands up to protect his face, as many shards pierce his skin. Hans moves to protect him, as Pheap pulls the shards from his skin, pushing his magic up to heal his shredded skin.
It is possible to heal light wounds with magic, but healing anything more than a scrape would take spells.
"I expected more out of you." Hans complained to Pheap.
However there was no time for conversation, as the fire arrows cut through the air. Hans instincts told him to dodge, that blocking this wouldn't work. But Hans knew if he couldn't take it Pheap definitely couldn't. So he held strong muscles tense for impact. Like butter the arrows chewed through Hans's skin. The sizer of flesh could be heard as the arrows excited the other side. Making six quarter sized cauterized holes, big enough to see through. Hans spat up blood, however he knew he was fine, he could sense through his magic that the spell missed his major organs. The pain was nothing as well, it's not like he didn't experience this much every day.
"You don't have to go that far for me. I'm no maiden in distress." Pheap pushed Hans aside.
From Pheaps ripped up short you could see tattoos, hundreds of lines and runes.
"You're a barbarian, I thought you said you were a prince?"
Pheap laughed and pulled off his shirt.
Barbarians are often looked down upon, many fear their strength. For one to even become one, you have to be born into the tribe. Barbarian women are said to head out, and find the strongest man they can find, do anything to be with them. Once a baby is born they are slathered in the runes of their tribe. Then they are trained from the age of two to be some of the best warriors in the world. One of the unique traits of the barbarian bloodline is, the more damage they take, the more strength they receive. A fully powered barbarian is like a living bulldozer, able to rip steel in half like a toothpick. Most believe that barbarian as with their name, are outdated, and don't belong in the modern world. Thus some have seen themselves as righteous and killed innocent barbarians, in many black markets there is even a price for undamaged barbarian skin. Only the heavens know what they do with it.
Wolf could care less about this realization, with all that has been happening. But it did kinda make sense why Pheap was so resilient, despite his mediocre rank as a martial artist. Wolf didn't give the thought much time to cook, as he found his body charging into melee.
The air whistled as the unicorn conjured a blast of wind to keep the group away. Although it looks like a horse, a unicorn isn't as fast as one, and its legs are kinda fragile. The only thing it shares with a horse is it's unreasonable pride. Making the unicorn almost a fortress of magic.