Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161010044231

"Shit. So much for freeing the enslaved..."

I look upon the Leshen as they advance towards Jorge and Hound, and look towards the wall of fire Jorge has made. It seems to be a good plan.

I concentrate, bringing my hands down. With a roar, a shield of flame whirls around Aires. I clench my fists, gathering flames, and spur him with my heels.

Aires needs no further instruction. His hooves thundering, bellowing with rage, he lowers his gilded horns and charges into the line of Leshen, tossing them like dolls as they splinter under his hooves. The ones closer throw their tendrils, but the flame cloak burns them and they withdraw. All of my effort is spent on directing my mount, but I turn and see Hound still on the ground.

I wheel Aires around some distance from the group. I'm further than I had planned, and I'm in no position to protect them, so I do the next best thing. I begin hurling firebolts. Several find their marks, exploding fiercely, before the Leshen begin closing in on me. As I plan my escape, I hope I've bought Jorge and Hound enough time...