BATTLE WITH THE HOUSE OF NOBLES
A multitude of conjurers unleashed their formidable magic, illuminating the sky with blinding brilliance. The peaceful scenery transformed into a fiery battleground as powerful projectiles streaked through the air towards us, disrupting our tranquil outing.
Amidst the onslaught, Knight Templars, skilled in both magic and close combat, charged forth with unwavering determination.
Yet, undeterred, we stood firm against the advancing army of the House of Nobles.
Despite the chaos of magical flames, lightning bolts, and conjured skeletons raining down upon us, none managed to inflict harm.
As the Knight Templars closed in, we met their aggression head-on.
Suddenly, magical chains ensnared many of the knights, while flashes of light from a masterful blade wielder danced around others, leaving behind cursed wounds that refused to heal.
Those who pressed forward found themselves confronted by their own reflections in towering mirrors that materialized before them, only to shatter into a cascade of shards upon impact.
With swift and decisive action, the assault of the House of Nobles was brought to a halt.
However, it wasn't the relentless assault from the House of Nobles, their knights, or their skilled conjurers that posed the greatest threat.
The true danger lurked behind their ranks, concealed within a duo of formidable entities.
Hovering in the air, two figures commanded attention.
To the right stood a man whose mastery over the arcane was evident as he effortlessly summoned a myriad of blades, controlling them with nothing but the power of his mind.
On the left, a woman emanated an aura of crimson, her presence alone drawing the lifeblood from the wounded knights and conjurers, siphoning it into herself without so much as a gesture.
These were the geniuses of the Knight Templars, the pride of their families and today they shall die beneath my feet.
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"Why did our magic misfires?" Prince Macralli asked as most of the conjurers and knights were wounded not by the enemy but by friendly fire.
For some reason, the conjurations of the conjurers all missed their intended targets. The magic struck the conjurers and knights instead.
"The Bully must have some chaos artifacts or effects. We must stop our range attacks immediately", Princess Figenia told them.
The House of Nobles stopped firing on Duke Oriese and his bodyguards, but the damage was already done, most of them were already wounded.
Suddenly, wide beams of freezing magic struck many conjurers, immobilizing and freezing them. Soon, the freeze was followed by flames.
Magic mirrors exploded on the conjurers spraying on them thousands of fatal shards as they scrambled to conjure defensive magic to protect themselves.
Chash and Meera rushed toward the conjurers to attack them while Cassandra and Ratatouille stayed back to hold back the Knight templars.
The conjurers were quickly and easily dispatched with by these counter attacks. Only the princes and princesses of the Noble House remained with the conjurers who attacked with their conjured magic from afar.
"Retreat, everybody come back here to protect us", Prince Demos shouted to the knight templars to return, to protect them.
"Your knights cannot protect you from us", Chash shouted to the prince.
But by this time, even the knights who attacked the bodyguards were seriously wounded and some of them dead. They couldn't return here to protect them.
Suddenly, large magical mirrors appeared before the princes and princesses and their conjurers, reflecting the horror in their faces. The mirrors exploded as thousands of magical glass shards struck them.
Only their life saving defense artifacts managed to save them, at least for those who had such means.
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"We can't go back to save those old fools, we better save ourselves", the wounded knights told themselves.
Suddenly, in an act of desperation and self-preservation, the knights banded together as their bodies packed onto each other. By channeling their collective energies, they summoned a large avatar of a turtle back gorilla over them.
"What the hell is this turtle back gorilla thing?" Ratatouille asked.
"It is an avatar like the Spirit of Arothar although this avatar is much weaker", Cassandra replied to him.
Suddenly, magical chains fell on the hands and legs of the turtle back gorilla avatar. The magical chains pulled the gorilla into the air, so its unprotected chest was revealed.
"Golden Chains of Greed and Restrains"
The sky cracked open as fiery magma appeared. The magma elongated into the shape of a sharp tipped sword that rushed toward the chest of the avatar.
"Sword of Brimstone"
The knight templars of the Noble House watched in horror as the fiery sword from hell reached them piercing through their avatar's chest, wounding it seriously.
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As my comrades engaged the House of Nobles in fierce combat, I found myself confronted by two formidable opponents – Duke Idaos and Princess Ennea, both renowned as the kingdom's most formidable knight templars of the new generation.
Unlike mere academy graduates, these two were seasoned warriors, quick and deadly in their movements.
Duke Idaos unleashed a barrage of swords, a hundred of them materializing out of thin air and hurtling towards me.
To my dismay, my Chaos Field proved ineffective against their unpredictable trajectories. I vaulted into the air to evade the onslaught, only to realize the swords could alter their course mid-flight, eluding my defense.
I knew then why my chaos field failed against these swords, the flying swords could turn and be controlled by Idaos to hunt me ceaselessly as it travels. My chaos field only affects projectiles with fixed trajectories.
Princess Ennea, meanwhile, conjured a giant crimson Avatar of a death goddess above her, fueled by the blood of her fallen comrades.
Though not similar to the Blood magic of the Bloodfiend, her method was nonetheless chilling.
Utilizing the absorbed blood and life force, she crafted a formidable entity with eight limbs and swords, each strike shattering the very earth beneath me.
Facing these two adversaries, it became evident that their prowess was unmatched among their peers in the Drachia kingdom. Their combat skills bordered on legendary, leaving few who could stand against them in battle.
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