The battle below was on the verge of a turning point; either the Wizard was going to die, or the bandits were going to lose. And from the way it looked, the Wizard was on the losing side because of the orb.
The Wizard's barrier cracked upon impact, a burst of vines flinging around as the man's sword pierced through them. The vines around him grew thin, weak, the green fading to a sickly grey.
The Rank 2 bandit pressed forward, his greatsword cutting through the earth itself and causing the Wizard to be pushed back.
Morena waited, waiting for the Wizard to get into a desperate situation, one just like the one he was in now.
"Now."
Adolf gave the signal, and their formation burst from the treeline like a storm.
The sound of hundreds of boots thundered across the soil as arrows whistled through the air, cutting into the bandit ranks before they could react. The sudden ambush shattered their lines, sending confusion and fear across the battlefield.
