Sylas' gaze flashed as he quickly took in the surroundings. They were in an open square in the middle of the village; corpses were littered around, and there wasn't just more than a dozen meters squared or so to maneuver around.
To his back, there was a large number of Ravenclaws trying to stop his forward charge, and there were a few more stragglers in the village that wanted to do the same.
But honestly… Sylas couldn't believe the disorganization. If they hurried to support Ragnar like this, the Grimblades would have an easier time penetrating their defenses as well.
Unless… he was confident in the fact this poison would be able to stop him.
Unfortunately for Ragnar, though, while Sylas had feared this poison the first time they met, it wasn't at a level that could harm him at all now.
