Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160827124913

Jeiel stumbles several times, his limbs pained and crusts of wounds oozing blood. He breathes in quick succession. "Retreat." He orders his commanding officer of a Saintaur.

"Your Majesty??"

"I said retreat." He give her a look that pleaded '''Leave. I beg of you. LEAVE NOW."''

The Saintaur insisted. "NO! WE ARE AT YOUR SIDE YOUR MAJESTY!! WE ARE NOT PLANNING TO ABANDON YOU HERE! AND THE QUEENS OF OZ!!"

Amihan, the Sylph, appears from behind his back. "Jeiel, what's going on?? Your life force is dimini-"

"BLOW THEM AWAY."

Amihan seeks light in Jeiel's eyes. She saw none. But she understood it nevertheless. Air hummed in the vicinity of NeedlePoint Forest. A huge gale forced back the Woodsmen, Wheelers, Saintaurs, Oblations and the rest of what remained of Oz's armies to Emerald City vicinity.

Jeiel lands his eyes on the newcomer. "You must be the one they call Conrad Wulf."