- 38 HP
MAX 112 HP
- 74 EN
MAX 104 EN
-20 EN for reckless attack
-40 HP from general damage (reckless)
+26 HP from @Lycia 's healing
This was it. The last squad. Once they’ll knock them out, that would be another threat to innocent lives gone from Astorea.
‘At least… I hope that’s the case,’ Yukisa thought, his running coming to a stop as doubt began to plague his mind.
Was this just a repeat of what had happened during the raid on the bandit’s fortress? Up until now, he had convinced himself that was not the case since he did his utmost to avoid any casualties, however… was this any better? He was surely sentencing them to a life in prison, and he didn’t even stop to think what their motives could be… just like he did during Reclamation.
Let’s finish them before they can get any closer, Yukisa!
Snapping out of his regretful thoughts, the white-haired male tuned to look towards the felis that had called out to him. Her injured form caused his eyes to widen and fill with concern. The urge to protecc her, as well as her equally injured twin, overwhelmed him.
That’s right… those things didn’t matter right now, did they? What was more important was that he had something… no, someone to protect. Whether or not this fight needed to happen was irrelevant, because they were fighting and it was Yukisa’s responsibility to get them all back safely. And if he let such guilty thoughts get the better of him, then he would have truly messed up.
A warm smile crept onto his lips, directed towards @Milah and @Lycia in turn.
‘Nobody’s dying here today. Not our enemies… or us!’ he thought with determination.
“Yosh! Let’s do this!” he called out to the two with a courage he did not display previously.
Rather than pull his lightning rod out of the ground, Yukisa knelt down to it and placed his forehead against the still hot metal surface of it. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to focus what was left of his magical energy into a final attack.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breat-
A sharp pain struck his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to see that one of the knights had rushed ahead and struck him. He quickly made a sweep of his feet at the man’s legs, causing him to fall to the ground, heavy armor clattering. The sword that had been in his hands flew up and smacked him square in the forehead with its hilt. Yeah… he wouldn’t be getting up. If not out of pain, then out of embarrassment.
Once again the Aeromancer turned his attention towards his rod (hue). But with the pain that wracked his body, focusing was virtually impossible.
‘Come on, come on…’ he thought frantically, images of what might happen to the already severely injured girls should he fail here flashing through his mind.
A soft melody broke him out of his ill thoughts. Warmth began to flow through him as the notes to the gentle song floated around him, and with his head hung downwards, he noticed that his wounds were gradually sealing up.
His gaze drifted towards Lycia, and he gave her a grateful smile. Man, these two really did save him. He’d have to get them a present later… cats liked cardboard boxes, right?
With the pain nearly gone, he returned his focus to his final strike.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out…
Storm clouds began to brew overhead, lightning crackling between their dark forms. The masses swirled slowly, until the entire sky above the defensive squad was painted a dark gray.
Then, as the air charged with just enough electricity, bolts of lightning flew down towards the ground, each hitting a small group of the armor-clad knights. Unlike normal lightning, these magically imbued ones didn’t just strike: they lasted for a good few seconds, frying those who were unfortunate enough to have put themselves inside a metallic shell that doubled as a lightning catcher.
Finally came the thunder, and with it the forks of light vanished and the storm cloud dispersed. Yukisa finally fell to the ground, exhausted and wounded, but still smiling.
‘I did it…’ he thought happily. ‘They’re safe.’
He lifted his hand in a thumbs up to indicate that he was all good, before shutting his eyes and passing out.
And with that, the battle concluded.
BZZZT (Roll)
39 + 88 + 25 (Expert Aeromancy) + 25 (Rare Magic Tool) + 0 (Power of Friendship BS) = 177
Defensive Squad: -36/400 HP
Assault Squad: 0/250 HP
Ranged Squad: -31/200 HP
