Skirmish in Hemlot

[Chase Caldera]

Chase flew around trying to find a group of enemy soldiers to capture. He had already killed several groups in attempts to figure out ways to capture them. He was pretty sure he had figured out a good way. All he needed to do was deprive them of air until they fell unconscious and then he could simply pick them up. The problem would be figuring out a way to carry them all.

It was then that Chase heard Arthur's yells ordering a retreat. A second later he received a mental message from Merlin confirming the order. How annoying, Chase thought, just when they were starting to win. He supposed it was in some feeble attempt to leave before Gore figured out who had attacked them. Did Arthur really believe that Gore didn't have any spies? It wasn't as if no one in Camelot knew that the soldiers were out here. While everyone had been told not to say anything there were simply to many people involved to keep it a secret. Unfortunately all he could do for now was follow their orders.

Chase spotted an enemy soldier and swooped down on him. If they were going to retreat then he would bring back at least on hostage. He hit the soldier on the back of the head with his knife knocking him out. It wasn't as good as using magic but would have to do.

Chase grabbed the unconscious man and then fly back to join the rest of the retreat.

[Selphia Dek]

The darkness seemed to over take the area. Every slight light seemed to be snuffed out. Bringing an eerie clam to the area. Selphia turned in a complete circle upon all the light vanishing. She staggered a step or two before she came up against a nearby wall. She felt the texture of the wall as she moved along it, hoping to find the door to the room that they had ventured into. Her brow came to rest against the wall for a moment before pressing onward. There had been an influx of energy used. She could feel the magic as it hung in the air about her. The more that she was in the contact with magic users, it seemed that she could feel the magic that they dispense.

She could hear Tristan moving about behind her. It was possible that he was looking for the door in order to get out of the house and move to their next location. But it was in that moment that’s he felt Merlin’s brush against her thoughts. She had been so guarded that she had been surprised that he wove his thoughts into her mind so easily. They were to retreat. In was in that moment that she turned to Tristan. “We’ve to go. Orders have been given to retreat.” She told him, not thinking that Tristan’s thoughts might have been whispered to as well as her own.

Her left hand moved against her chest. A finger brushed the gem that rested so close to the surface and yet so hidden. It was in that moment she felt it pulsate. It hadn’t done that before. She was a little taken back by it, but turned and started to make her way to the door.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer saw it as clear as day, although the Darkness was quiet haunting around him. Dreamer was fingering a blade, guarding the door to the home Arthur was in. Out of nowhere, a fireball had emerged itself far in the sky and crashed into the heart of the Church, erupting it in flames. All hell broke loose.

Again

Although it wasn't the right time, Dreamer pushed himself to understand what had happened. There wasn't supposed to be any enemy Mage's occupying the town, but if not, then who had blown up the church? Arthur came up and showed his own distress verbally, and then moved away. Dreamer followed beside him until they came upon Merlin, and they both called to the troops a full retreat.

And as Dreamer waited alongside Merlin and Arthur, it came to him, and Dreamer almost swore out loud. Dreamer knew only one Mage who used flying as a common source of transportation. The same person who was experienced in Elemental Magics, Chase, His sworn enemy. Dreamer would kill him. Putting everyone in danger with that dangerous stunt. Dreamer stayed quiet and followed in behind Arthur and Merlin, keeping himself from hunting Chase down to smack him upside the head.

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Nearly all of the troops had left Hemlot now, and Arthur could just see the last few stragglers climbing the hill back toward Camelot. It would take most of what was left of the night to get them all back safely, but Gore's real army was more than 3 days ride away, and that was assuming they even sent the cavalry.
In all honesty it was doubtful King Urien would even bother- the soldiers hiding in Hemlot had been sent to attack the mage's guild and he probably expected them to be ambushed before they could gather any real information. It didn't matter if Gore knew that the Pendragon army had been in Hemlot at all, they were only countering his attack and if anything, he would be fearing a war.

Arthur looked back at the mess they had left the quiet village in. The church was mostly destroyed, still flaming- although much less ferociously now that Merlin had somehow enclosed it. Houses had windows smashed in, doors were hanging from their frames and the street was a nasty mess of bodies, blood and burnt wood.

Still, Arthur thought to himself, At least there were no civilian casualties. He started the long walk home, watching his troops up ahead who had done extremely well tonight. Up in the sky, just visible against the dark night sky, Arthur could see the lone figure of the mage who had angered him earlier in the night. He supressed a smile, the boy might have disobeyed orders and caused more damage than he was worth, but he was useful and at least he had spirit. Besides, was that a captive he had in his arms?



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