"Hmph, since you refuse a toast and insist on drinking a forfeit, don't blame us for being impolite." The leader of the black-robed figures waved his hand, and the others immediately spread out, encircling the group. A fierce battle was about to erupt.
Dean Bruce muttered to the headmaster and the young magician, "We just dealt with that black vortex and used up a lot of our magic. Better stay alert." The headmaster nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the black-robed figures around them, preparing for combat.
The black-robed figures struck first, sending beams of dark magical energy shooting toward the group.
"Everyone, stay alert! Defend!" Dean Bruce shouted.
The group hastily cast spells, erecting layers of magical shields to block the attacks.
The students huddled together, supporting one another. Though fear was evident in their eyes, none of them backed down.
"We can't just keep defending; we need to counterattack!"
