The Avogardigians

Suddenly, while Frank and Aadam were discussing, a swarm of dust was seen on the horizon. The clouds seemed to be rapidly approaching them, at a rate faster than which they were moving.

"Aadam, to you left. It's probably the Avogardigians. They're a group of bandits that roam this desert. They tend too like robing slow moving merchant caravans like ours. It's our duty to defend the merchants and hopefully chase them off," shouted Frank.

Aadam replied, "And how shall we go about that task?"

"Well, you see, although you haven't met her yet, for this mission our duo was a little short on manpower here. So... we sent out a posting a got the aid of Lydia over there."

He pointed off to inside one of the carriages.

"Lydia's a mage, devoted her life to the arcane arts and all that, you know? Well, since mages spend all their times studying their texts and whatnot, they're weak physically. So most of the time they'll be inside waiting for us to call for their support."

"Lydia! Get out of there! We got friends to meet!" yelled Frank.

The curtain separating the carriage from the world was drawn open, revealing a slightly pale girl. Hands trembling slightly, she withdrew an oaken staff from behind her.

"Yes, Mr. Thawn," replied Lydia.

"Girl, we're going to need some spells to slow their movements," Jeremy stated, alerting them of his presence.

"Jeremy! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be watching the bandits!" exclaimed Frank.

"Nah, already got the other mercs to handle that. They gotta pull their weight."

"Whatever, come one. We gotta clean up this mess," gesturing at Aadam and Lydia to follow.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"They're approaching!"

"Shit, we've got to get to our positions. Aadam follow me," exclaimed Frank.

Running forward, they arrived to the sight of the sands of the desert being picked up in clouds as a storm of arrows began to fall onto them.

The shields were raised, but they couldn't block all of the arrows. Those who were struck by the arrows were quickly brought down and pushed back to safety, away from the hail of death.

Advancing forwards, ever so slowly, they steadily made ground towards the opposition. Seeing his chance Aadam quickly leapt forward and slashed down. In response, the bandit he was attacking quickly parried his blade and deflected it towards his right.

Raising his blade once again, Aadam charged forwards once again, "Justice For the Fallen!" he cried.

He knocked aside the opponents alloy shield and swiftly impaled the bandit through the chest. Immediately, another bandit rose to take the place of the one who had just fallen. Aadam swiftly approached the next one after dislodging his blade from the impression he made when his victim's chest had caved in. All around him people were falling left and right as the screams of the damned echoed across the battlefield. Blood began to settle in a mist all over the battlefield as the sane eagerly drank the life blood and was stained a crimson scarlet.

About ten paces to his right, Jeremy was engaging in combat with his own opponent when he was suddenly attacked from behind.

Frank, seeing his teammate come under heavy assault quickly beheaded his own foe, before lumbering towards Jeremy.

"Lydia! What are you doing! Heal him already!" yelled Frank.

"He's too far. I can't cast the spell from here!" replied Lydia.

Aadam rushed forward, batting away any challengers with his shield, sending them vaulting away from him. Approaching Jeremy's assailants from behind, he deftly knocked one of them out with the pommel of his sword.

However, before they could aid Jeremy, he was sliced across his face, leaving permanent scars, marring him for the rest of his life. His sullied face recoiled in pain as rivulets of blood began to cloud his vision.

In a roar of anger Jeremy furiously retaliated "Six Mirage Flame Sword!" yelled Jeremy. Striking at inhuman speeds a storm of swords swarmed towards the opposition, hungering for blood. His sword lodged itself deep into it's targets skull, cutting the life of his foe prematurely.

Backing off due to his injuries, he hobbled away from the battlefield, vision obscured by the blood clouding his sight. Stumbling away he approached the shield line when another hail of arrows were released and quickly descended upon the group. Aadam, seeing the precarious situation Jeremy was in quickly leaped forward "Отклонение на снаряда," he cast.

As if his magic was like Moses, guiding the parting of the Red Sea, the tide of arrows seemingly parted with a mind of their own, veering off course as if guided by the hand of Slyviaen himself. Behind the duo the warriors crouched, bracing themselves for the oncoming fire. Suddenly a trace of brimstone began to fill the air and the air itself began to heat up, leaving quite the arid climate.

Lydia had finally come to aid the fight, launching flaming projectiles of lava as her figure was seemingly wreathed in fire. Her flames burnt away at the flesh of the enemy and the haunting echoes of screams of despair rung across the battlefield. The shifting sand beneath began to turn into glass from the sheer intensity of the heat.

Frank, lumbering forward once again, delved deep into the heart of the enemy swinging his ax, carving his way through the seemingly unending tide of combatants. The red aura of rage began to infuse itself in the areas surrounding him as more and more opponents met their demise by his blade.

Aadam, recovering from his heavy use of magic, rose once again and approached the few enemies that remained, swinging his blade downwards, he blade met a surprising amount of resistance. The two blades clashed, quivering as the vibrations echoed from one blade too the other. Sweeping his blade off the other Aadam used his shield to bash the other's face in, stunning them as they stumbled backwards. Leaping forward he rushed in to complete the kill, when suddenly a large figure swarmed his vision as it slid in between him and his target. The new arrival swept his tower shield, deflecting the Aadam's thrust. The figure's face was obstructed by a cloth mask, presumably to keep the sand and dust away. The figure lumbered forward slowly, drawing its spear...