![]() When you got used to it, it became quite easy to tell where and what kind of magic was being used. Other times the color in the surroundings would change. You could pick up on things, perhaps the air would smell different, or the winds would blow in opposing directions. Over time I had learned that use of magic, especially as it got more and more powerful. While I was not able to truly sense magic like elf woman back at the caravan could, I could still feel it. Those three were good, if they survived I will use my authority as a B-rank 2 nd grade to recommend them for promotion to B-rank.Īfter moving away from the slaughter that was taking place behind me I focused my senses. The three adventurers nodded in agreement and I dashed forward on my steed. I will go forward and see if I can't kill the magic wielder that is bringing them here.” We can't allow them to attack the caravan. “ You three, remain here and eradicate these goblins. This party could handle a significant number of these goblins without my assistance. With the shaman in the center followed by the fighter with his crossbow, a perimeter of skeletons to throttle the threats, and the warrior to respond to any leaks. ![]() The fighter and warrior got into a practiced formation. With a perimeter established thanks to the shaman's pawns. The 6 skeletons began to attack and maul the goblins as they exited their portals. Considering this shaman's age it was surprising he could conjure this many with a such speed. With a snap of his fingers the bones transformed into half a dozen skeleton servants. “ oh pawns of mine, rise up to defend your king!” Making a symbol with his hands the magic in them activated before they landed. Muttering to himself he threw forward several carved pieces of bone from his cloak. By this time the shaman recovered his senses and started weaving together his magic. However, as soon as we cleaned up that first wave, a second was already arriving. Between the three of us we managed to easily wipe out the first wave that attacked us. While the warrior leaped from his horse, using his twin hand axes to get to work. The fighter used his repeating crossbow to start shooting down the various goblins. The other two members of the patrol, a human fighter type, and an orcish warrior also got to work. So their attempts at tactics meant nothing to me, as my glaive cut them down shield, weapon, and all. However I was a barbaton and my strength had been honed by slaying countless monsters. My glaive made short work of them, though to the little monster's credit they were trying to cover for each other with their shields and “swords”. I shoved the shaman and his horse out of my way and went to work carving through these little creatures. ![]() Out of these tears came vicious goblins, who then immediately pounced on us. It was at this moment I noticed a dozen or so sickly green tears forming in empty space surrounding us. “ Miss Vlattu, a large number of magical sources are spiking from the Caravan, I think they are being attacked!” The shaman was shaking slightly and holding his head. “ miss vlattu, I sense a large number of small magics being activated to our immediate right!” Our patrol had been uneventful until the young shaman in our patrol alerted me. The three adventurers that were with me, had been part of my patrols since we set out, thus we had become used to each other's movements and habits. I was leading my patrol, doing what became normal practice.
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