Update Archive/55/2

[[I'm gonna try the Zula method. Music for this scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXdKi1-BX-s]]
I half-smile at the drama unfolding before me, but the distant explosion shakes me out of my momentary inaction. I don't have time to worry about the noise now, but it serves as a reminder that I am in a battle to the death, not a theatre performance.
If this were a play on a stage, I'd leave it right away, for the man playing the villain is a terrible overactor.
"Regroup and retreat," I yell to my protectors, rallying them toward a door. Staying in the middle of the hall is suicide. I try to preserve what's left of my own magic, guessing this will be a long day. I turn to the captain of the guardmen I took with me, a man whose name I can't recall, and tell him to send someone ahead to secure our ships as soon as we get through the door.
Ulyssan seems to hesitate a while before ceasing his offensive and backing toward me. Dosantos, meanwhile, is enraged by my orders and tells his men to double their efforts. One of them tries to charge at me from the left, but a Hareveim cut him down with a blade of solid air before he could get within four strides.
As I continue backing down and look around myself to scan for possible threats that would warrant me extending a helping hand to my minions, I see life after life lost in a senseless battle. Blood is spilled and the walls shatter from ricocheting spells. A Tirasian guard has had his leg severed from his body and is crawling toward it in the middle of the battle. A witch hunter steps forth and impales him with a spear, smiling in a self-satisfied manner only to be hit by a dodged spell from one of his Lightist allies, leaving him writhing in the ground.
As I step through the door to enter a hallway, turning my back to the slaughter, I feel myself sad. I wanted to see more.
One of the guards runs ahead to the ships. I tell the Hareveim to block the door after everyone passes through. They conjure a wall of ice and, for good measure, enchant it with fire-resistance. I can see the blurry shape of Dosantos on the other side, running through his men and falling against the ice. His face is an image of hatred as he screams that he'll get me.
I extend my hands and make the barrier explode into the room. Dosantos' body flies backwards, scarred by the cold shrapnel. I do not know of the trick was enough to kill him, but his life is only my secondary concern here.
"Take me to the ships," I tell the captain and fall back into the middle of the circle of protectors.
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