Brava didn't move from his guarded stance as he watched the goblin elites arrayed in front of him. Even as Ghorro dropped to the platform beside him, the orc's [Blood Blade] glowing ominously, Brava held his position, watching the goblins carefully. As Brava watched, the gash on the back of the horde leader's hand closed, the blood evaporating before Ghorro's skill could seize control of it and leaving behind unblemished green skin.

Growling, Ghorro sprang forward as he threw a wide slash at the goblins, the blow at the perfect height to bisect all of them at the waist. With Ghorro's raw speed and strength as a Peak Gold, backed up by his magic and skills, at least one of the low and mid Silver goblins should have fallen to the attack, but they didn't. The goblins were far stronger than their ranks made them appear.

Like a striking viper, one of the goblin men at the end parried the blow, deflecting it down into the wooden planks of the platform, Ghorro's blade embedding itself in the wood as the horde leader shot forward, hands held out like claws as he charged!

Brava's blade darted for the horde leader's chest in a warding blow as the Paladin defended his fellow warrior, forcing the horde leader to dodge to the side, escaping with just a shallow cut through the thin leather protecting his chest and the muscle beneath. The horde leader backed up again, sizing up Brava as he barked something in the goblin's guttural tongue.

"This human is fast. Prin, Garug, Sove, distract him while we kill our traitorous cousin," the horde leader grunted. The three on the leader's right nodded slightly, their muscles tensing as they prepared to move.

"Big one and three on the left coming for you," Brava said aloud, tracking the goblins movements with all of his senses. Ghorro faintly pulsed his aura in the IAG's aura pattern confirming he understood, then brief peace ended as the platform exploded with violence.

All seven of the goblins moved as one, four including the leader launching themselves at Ghorro while the other three charged for Brava. Shards of wood filled the air as Ghorro ripped his sword out of the platform, much of the blood coating it gone. Two of the goblins stumbled as the planks they stood upon shattered, while the leader and one of the smaller ones closed the distance with Ghorro, throwing a flurry of blows with claws and sword.

That was all Brava had the time to process before he had to defend himself. The goblin woman, as tall as a short human woman, threw a series of thrusts at him with a thin rapier, the thin blade flitting through the air like a swarm of angry bees. Despite being a full rank above the woman, Brava was hard pressed to keep up, his advantage in stats and experience making up for his heavier and slower longsword as he parried the goblin's blows away. However, she wasn't the only threat. Even as he deflected the woman's blows, his greater strength sending her off balance, he wasn't able to capitalize on the opening as another of the goblins pressed in with a thrust of his short spear, forcing him to defend or risk being impaled.

Even if he could heal grievous wounds with his magic, letting the goblin stick him with a spear would hamper him, letting others get blows in that would chip away at his mana, something he'd need for the horde leader. Instead relying on raw skill and combat experience, Brava deflected the goblin man's blow with a slap of his armored gauntlet to the spear tip, forcing the short spear off course as he counter slashed the inside of the goblin's wrist, severing the tendons there. Though he scored first blood against the three elites, the spear wielding goblin dropped back, cradling his hand as the other came in from Brava's side with a savage overhead swing of a war hammer. Jumping back, Brava narrowly avoided the blow as the heavy weapon smashed through another wooden plank, shaking the entire platform as a squad of goblins ascended the stairs, moving to reinforce their leaders.

Shouting a war cry, the squad of warriors charged for Brava's exposed back, only for screams of pain to rip from their lips as they shriveled up, their skin cracking like a dry riverbed in Summer. Before the lead goblin in the squad could take more than three steps onto the platform, he collapsed in a heap of desiccated flesh still tightly gripping a short sword, it's face twisted in with pain and fury in death. A heartbeat later the rest of the squad collapsed at the edge of the platform, the wood visibly drying out in a small circle at the top centered upon a single black arrow.

Arwen sighed as he shot one of his few remaining array arrows, the desiccation ward activating as the expensive single use tool thudded into the platform at the top of the stairs. He watched for a moment as the squad that charged up there dropped dead, the array sucking away all the moisture nearby as several goblins milling at the bottom backed away, intimidated. As effective as the tool was, it wouldn't hold them back for long, the array's capacity already half full from a single squad. Those things were expensive to make too, and he didn't even get to observe the results closely, instead using it to support Brava and Ghorro of all people.

The desiccation array was the last of his smaller effects, the last three meant for truly massive threats when he was far away, not while he fought within the horde itself. He'd briefly considered using his bigger arrays, barely out of the primary area of effect, but that would only harm the other two advisors, and he needed them alive if he wanted to get out of things. Whether he liked it or not, he could admit when someone outclassed him, and the goblin's horde leader did. The way the hulking goblin deflected Ghorro's [Blood Blade] bare handed meant it was stronger than the berserker, He wasn't sure any of his remaining arrays could kill it. At least, not unless someone restrained it to the same position for a minute or two. But he doubted Brava or Ghorro would sacrifice themselves to let Arwen kill the beast. He wasn't that lucky.

As he mused, the elf dodged out of the way of another charging goblin, his foot lashing out to shatter the goblin's knee as it charged past him, its war cry devolving into one of pain. Putting the others' struggles out of his mind for the moment, Arwen stored his bow away as he drew his short sword and dagger, whirling about in a series of parries, stabs, and slashes as he danced about the goblins trying to kill him, his blades ripping through throats or punching through bone as he whittled down more of the horde.

In just a handful of seconds Arwen carved his way through a dozen of the Bronze and Iron ranked goblins, but that was just a drop in the ocean as more rushed to take their place. Sharpening his will, Arwen released his aura, slamming it down in a small circle around him with deadly intent. Cutting through the horde leader's empowering aura took most of the bite out of his aura attack, but it was enough to temporarily sever the enemies around him from the horde. The monsters stumbled as Arwen's attack took away their borrowed power and the elf didn't waste any time as he ran away, dropping a device as he did.

As Arwen charged deeper into the horde, dodging blows and heading for the platform where the leaders fought, he felt his device go off with a series of mana pulses, bringing a sadistic smile to his face. The sounds of screams and mayhem caught up to him, and he knew what he'd find if he looked back. Hysteria bombs, another fun trick he learned from his Master, though his were pathetic compared to that monster's work. They flipped the perception of friend and foe in an area, spiking adrenaline production and inducing rage and fear. Illegal things to have in Moros, but they weren't in Moros now.

He wished he could stop and take notes at the mayhem going on behind him as dozens of goblins started killing each other, but he didn't have that luxury. Not if he wanted to get out of this alive.

While their advisors brought the fight to the main part of the horde, the students ran away from the action, heading towards the river. Most of the goblin horde was collapsing in on the fight in the middle, but the group that had come after them before wasn't giving up. By the time they reached the river, hundreds of goblins streamed out in a line behind them, roaring and waving weapons and lanterns in their direction.

"Defensive positions!" Emily shouted as she whirled around, her shield and sword ready. One by one the other warrior students joined her in a ragged line as the others slipped past.

Jun was one of the last through the line, the shield she cast with her stolen power hovering overhead and bathing the area in a faint warm glow as she squeezed between Gregor and one of the man's team members she didn't recognize. Skidding to a stop next to Aya and the other mages, Jun whirled around and spread her barrier out, covering the top of their position to give everyone some protection as she watched the goblins getting closer. The earth and snow beneath her feet rumbled as Aya, Gina, and Mara called upon their magic.

Standing next to the other mages and feeling them work, Jun felt a pang of envy at their magic. The mages' work required earth, ice, and air, but Jun still struggled with shifting her mana aspects into fire. She loved her magic, the energy feeling almost like a new limb that she couldn't imagine living without, but that didn't stop her feeling like she was missing something next to her friends and classmates who could easily cast elemental spells. Still, even if she couldn't help the other mages with their work, she had things she could do.

Focusing her mind, Jun cast her snares, anchoring the spells to her back as she commanded over a dozen tendrils to burrow down through the snow and spread out. Feeding more of her mana into the spells to lengthen and strengthen the tendrils made her feel weak, but she didn't have time to focus on that. Gritting her teeth, Jun stared at the oncoming goblins as she stood behind the line of warriors, then it began.

As the goblins got within a couple hundred feet of the students' line Keira and the other scouts began to open fire, their arrows leaping through the night like black streaks as they chose their targets. Jun stood transfixed as she watched them work, mechanically shooting arrow after arrow into the oncoming rush as goblins dropped to the ground, some screaming with an arrow in the gut, others silent as they bonelessly collapsed. The scouts' attacks didn't go unanswered as dozens of goblins stopped and began to return fire, their arrows arching up and falling down on the students position, only to bounce off Jun's barrier.

As the rain of arrows intensified, Jun was surprised to note that her barrier felt untouched, the strange energy she'd stolen to fuel it seemed stronger than her normal mana. Whatever it was, she was glad she chose to drag the barrier along with her rather than dismiss it and release the energy back into the universe. Still, defending alone wouldn't be enough to see them through this. She needed to attack.

As the goblins moved into reach of her burrowing spells, she fed her intent into the twenty strands, more than she'd ever controlled at once before. All of her practice with her snare spells improved her control, giving her finer dexterity as she got used to the mental strain of moving them like a new part of her body rather than a tool she controlled, but the improvements had been slow. But that was before her friends' lives depended on her control. Where she struggled just to "run" on them the day before, the last fight she had been able to control ten at once with fine control, snagging legs and even throwing goblins around, but doubling the number again took a whole new level of control. Instead of feeling like she was using a bunch of new left hands attached to her back, now it felt like she was trying to control a bunch of limbs that fell asleep, the movements clunky and erratic.

Still, it was enough. Sending her intent into the spells, she reached out with her magical limbs, the glowing tentacles erupting from the snow as they swiped at the oncoming goblins and sent them spilling to the ground. It might feel more like turning a bus than wriggling her fingers, but she didn't need grace to stall the goblins.

Cian couldn't help but glance at the warriors standing in line next to him. To his left was Emily, one of the other team leaders. He'd seen her fight in classes before, even sparred with her, and he knew she was good with a sword and shield. The few glimpses he'd gotten of her fighting throughout the day reaffirmed that she knew what she was doing well enough. To his right though was the man Ivar, his stench obvious even with the boy's heavy armor keeping much of it contained. He was certainly skilled and impressive as a warrior, but he had flaws. Too obsessed with his two-handed axe, the massive weapon wholly unnecessary. His armor choice defensive, but even with padding it made a racket, the joints that protected his limbs from being overextended also limiting his mobility, and the weight draining his endurance even with the power of levels.

Wholly terrible choices for the enemy they faced. Goblins were nimble and agile monsters, not a large and stubborn tree with a propensity for throwing splinters. Still, he wouldn't insult the boy for his choices. Warriors must have confidence in battle, even when they choose badly. Besides, doing so would make him no better than the students he'd heard insulting Jun, some of whom he stood in front of about to receive a charge.

He heard the way some of his classmates spread rumors about her, about the mage who didn't use attack magic, who couldn't handle getting her hands dirty. Aya and his sister had once mentioned about how the other mages in their class made fun of her when they thought no one was listening, spreading rumors that she was useless as an adventurer and got by on her looks, even though it wasn't true. Just this evening her spells eased his burden in holding the line, blocking enemies off and breaking their defenses for him. Even if she didn't strike the fatal blow, she still fought.

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His friends being mistreated stoked the rage he kept tightly restrained, but he long ago mastered it. Still, he could enjoy the satisfaction of his friend's detractors eating their words.

Ahead of them, he watched as Jun's spells burst out of the snow just behind the leading goblins, the pinkish blue limbs tripping the monsters as they ran, sending them tumbling in heaps. The charge broke into chaos as the first to stumble became obstacles themselves, their comrades behind them colliding with them or trampling them underfoot, only to slip and fall on the unsure footing of their fellows' bodies. As the center of the goblin charge broke down, some of the goblins recovered and started hacking at her spells, the magical constructs vanishing as they took too much damage, but that only seemed to make things worse for them.

With every one of Jun's snares they "killed," the rest moved in more complex and confusing patterns until one of the goblins wasn't just tripped, but captured and swung around in the air, its weapon sent flying as Jun used the goblin to throw warding blows at its comrades. Part of him couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Jun, gentle and timid as she was, also seemed to favor trying to hit her enemies with each other, a truly sadistic tactic that forced the goblins to dodge back or be hit by a flailing comrade, hurting the captured goblin "weapon" and Jun's target.

Worse still, her snare spells were more insidious than they seemed. The sparring in their team and Jun's new travel method made him feel it firsthand. Touching one of her snares felt like the strength was slowly being sapped from his body while the spell grew firmer, more "real." Exposure over several hours had been brutal, like he'd just gone through two sessions of the Sergeant's physical conditioning at full speed, and that was when Jun was trying not to drain too much. Jun was cagey on the specifics, but everyone on their team knew that she could somehow control the drain. They'd seen goblins collapse in minutes after Jun grabbed them.

Next to him in line, he saw the way Emily stiffened when Jun's spells first appeared and how the warrior shifted slightly as goblin after goblin was seized and turned into flailing weapons against their comrades. Though Emily was reasonably battle-hardened, she seemed a bit shaken by Jun's display. He was sure she was having second thoughts about gossiping about his "weak" friend. It was about time some of the people spreading rumors truly saw what Jun's magic was capable of, even with just "utility" spells.

Even with Jun's stalling though, it was far from enough. Cian gripped his spear in two hands, having stowed his shield away for the fight. People often thought goblins not nearly as dangerous as another human due to their smaller bodies, at least on the weaker ones, but that was a mistake. They missed that a goblin's arms and legs weren't much different in length from a shorter human, giving them a similar reach and stride, but their lithe bodies made it easier for them to move around. In battle, that meant a more dangerous opponent that could nearly match a human's reach but was harder to hit. That meant the best weapon for dealing with a large group wasn't a nimble sword, but one of the most basic weapons. A spear.

The spear was mocked by many as the weapon of guards and basic soldiers, of hunters and fishers, but not true warriors. Not adventurers. Basic, unimpressive, simple. Those people were wrong. It offered leverage and reach. A nimble weapon that could pierce through tough hide and armor, or with the right spearhead, be used to slash and hold a wide area alone. The spear was underrated, much like Jun's magic, but it was perfect for holding the line.

The first goblin to come within his reach died to a simple thrust to the throat, the monster falling to the ground as Cian pulled his spear back with a sharp jerk. A pair of goblins took its place, one deflecting his thrust with a shield while the other moved past his spearhead, not that it helped. Letting the front of his spear drop down as it was deflected, Cian pulled his spear back, the flare just below the blade of his weapon hooking the second goblin's ankle, spilling him to the ground as Cian reset. Before either goblin could recover, the warrior channeled his mana into his [Howling Gale of the North], the skill amplifying his speed as he stabbed both in quick succession.

However, even as his opponents fell to the snow, joining their friend in death, he didn't stop moving, stabbing and slashing with his spear as more goblins pushed forward, trying to find any gap in their defenses. He hoped the mages finished soon.

From twenty snares when she started, Jun was down to just six, but the toll she exacted upon their pursuers was worth it. Her pool was glutted with mana from the goblins she drained, a full score and more of the weakened monsters left flopping in the snow where she interrupted the charge, while an equal number still fought to free the weakly struggling creatures she still swung about in warding blows. A full quarter of their enemies occupied, but it wasn't near enough.

Guttural battle cries and the crash of steel on steel filled the air as dozens of goblins pressed in all around them, stabbing and hacking at the nine students holding a defensive line. The snow in front of them was churned into a muddy sludge of sucking mud and spilt blood as the students desperately pushed them back, though it wasn't going well. As she watched the fight, Ivar pushed forward again, his axe reaping lives against the tightly packed foes, but he left a hole in their defenses, one that a trio of goblins slipped through before Cian and Hunter spread out, covering the hole left by the reckless warrior.

Before the breachers could do more than turn in Jun's direction, Melody, Keira, and Samuel pounced upon them, their short swords and speed as scouts making short work of the three.

"Ivar, back!" Gregor yelled out as the cocky warrior continued to push forward, his advance forcing the other warriors to spread out to compensate.

Whether the boy didn't hear Gregor's orders, or ignored them, Jun didn't know, but the heavily armored student continued to push forward, his weapon reaping lives with every sweeping blow. Still, it left the other eight struggling to manage.

"Back two steps!" Gregor called out, and the other warriors listened, pulling into a tighter line as the gave ground against the attack, but it still wasn't enough. The goblins were too many, too fast. More and more slipped through the gaps in their defensive line, only for Keira, Melody, Samuel, or Michael to engage, the last line of defense for the mages.

Dropping the goblins she held, Jun pulled her remaining snares back, the glowing tendrils pulling out of the snow at her feet as she looked for targets. A few feet to her right Melody fended off a pair of goblins, the scout desperately defending against their combined onslaught as she held her ground. As the girl parried an overhead slash, it left her side open for a moment, one that the second goblin took advantage of, rushing forward to stab at Melody's exposed side!

At the speed of thought, Jun rushed the goblin with one of her snares, the brightly glowing construct whipping into the goblin's wrist, sending its blade wide before it could stab the scout. Wrapping her spell around the goblin's wrist, Jun willed it to squeeze until the goblin shrieked with pain, the snap of bone breaking barely audible over the sound of battle as its sword dropped to the snow. With the goblin disarmed, Melody regained the upper hand, quickly blowing through her remaining opponent's guard and sinking her blade into its chest, before she finished off the one in Jun's grip. Nodding her thanks to Jun, Melody rushed off to help Michael, the healer moments from being swarmed.

All around her Jun lashed out with her snares, pulling goblins off balance and disarming them as her classmates desperately fought.

Aya's body burned with the strain of channeling mana into her [Earth Spike] spell, the spellform greedily soaking up every drop of Earth mana as she channeled through her affinity. Despite the chill, sweat beaded on her forehead as she concentrated on holding her spell stable. She was no stranger to large workings, but only with fire, her strong affinity for the basic element making them easier and faster to do. Earth was something else. Her weakest affinity, it was less than a twentieth the strength of fire. Pumping mana through it was slow, the conversion from neutral to earth sluggish, and that speed meant she had to hold all of the gathered earth mana in her spell stable before she could cast it.

She nearly lost control several times as the sound of fighting surrounded her. The clash of steel, shouted orders, screams of pain as others fought to defend her. While she just stood in the back, desperately trying to contribute with her pathetic strength. A memory came unbidden, threatening to overwhelm her focus, to take her away from the present. Her gathered mana shook as it started to destabilize again, her feelings of inadequacy and failure surging forth from the memory. "There is no use focusing on the past, it is gone and nothing you can do will change it. Focus on the present and what you can still do, what is within your reach, and do it." The raspy voice of someone from long ago filled her mind, ordering her. Commanding her. Her past snarled at the voice with indignation, but Aya hardened her will into iron bars, slamming them down around her past and banishing it into the depths of her mind.

Wrestling the unstable mana back into order, Aya continued channeling, her goal feeling leagues away, until it didn't. As she wrangled nearly have her mana pool in converted earth mana, she knew it was just enough. Slamming her will against the mana, she ordered it to condense, to crystalize as it powered her spellform, to hear her commands and obey as she allowed the spell to manifest.

The bank of the river rumbled as Aya's spell slammed into it, imposing her will on reality as her magic rewrote it. "[Earth Spike]!"

The earth shook as a loud crash came from behind, throwing everyone off balance for just a moment as ice shattered and water splashed.

"It's done!" Aya's voice called out from behind, tinged with exhaustion. "Scouts first!"

Samuel dodged back as another goblin wildly slashed at him, the monster dropping all defense as it tried to kill him. Palming a dart in his left hand, Samuel threw it into the fleshy part of the goblin's neck, the quick acting paralytic dropping it face first into the snow. Charging forward, his blade sliced through the goblin's carotid, every pump of its heart spilling its life into the snow. Scanning around their position, he watched as Keira and Melody finished off their opponents, the girls looking winded but still in fighting shape. Before he could do more though, another trio of goblins slipped past Roger as the warrior pressed too far forward, snarling as they headed for the girls.

As the three raised their weapons, ready to engage, a pair of barriers appeared between the goblins, slamming together and stunning them before a tentacle wrapped around them, squeezing tight and shaking the monsters until their weapons fell from their grasp.

"Go!" Jun shouted, as more snares appeared, lashing out at the swarming goblins.

Gulping back his surprise, Samuel nodded at the quiet girl and whirled around. Next to where Aya stood, a large stone pillar stabbed across the river, forming a narrow bridge across the icy waters. Lanterns on the other side bobbed in the distance as goblin patrols converged on the other end of the bridge. Sprinting across to the other side, Samuel took a defensive position as Keira and Melody joined him, eyeing the patrols as they closed in. They'd have to hold until the rest could cross.

Brava parried a vicious swipe from the horde leader, grunting in pain as the effort tore another muscle in his shoulder. Cycling his mana, his healing knitted the muscle back together in an instant as he retaliated, his sword slashing along the goblin's calf and drawing blood.

With a shout, the horde leader slammed his aura into Brava's as he came again, launching a flurry of blows that the Paladin dodged and deflected as best he could. Parrying a low swipe, Brava didn't realize it was a feint until he put in far more force to deflect than he needed to, the horde leader shifting with the force and using it to drive a lightning fast punch into his shoulder, crushing Brava's armor with brute force. With a backhand slice, Brava forced the horde leader to back up as he retreated, ripping the crushed metal of his pauldron away as his healing restored the muscle and bone beneath.

The sounds of battle came from behind him, where he knew Ghorro still fought with the remaing lieutenants, two of their number dead while Brava occupied the leader. Ghorro roared as he unleashed a large surge of mana before a blast shook the platform alongside a feminine scream.

The horde leader's eyes widened as he took his attention off Brava for a just a moment, called by the scream of pain.

Anger and pain clouded Kranesh's thoughts as he fought the armored human. The man was strong, with magic that healed any damage he could do to him, much like his own innate magic. They were evenly matched, whittling away at each other's strength while the orc fought the rest of his lieutenants. The smiling elf who decimated his horde was nowhere to be seen, though he knew the bastard stilled lurked about, steadily killing more of his warriors while his attention was on the infuriating human.

Channeling his mana, Kranesh blurred for the man again, his claws swiping as he moved through his clan's forms, pushing the man to strike exactly how he wanted. The taste of victory teased him as the man fell for his feint and he used the man's own strength against him to accelerate his blow, grabbing his shoulder and crushing it with his mana reinforced flesh. Backing off as he avoided the man's retaliatory strike, victory turned to ash on his lips as the man ripped the crushed metal of his armor away, his shoulder restoring itself in the blink of an eye.

As Kranesh's mind raced to decide his next move, a feminine scream of pain cut through his mind's battle fog, resonating with something deep inside him. Prin! Guided by fatherly rage, Kranesh turned his gaze away from the infuriating man to see his daughter clutching the stub of her wrist, her severed hand and rapier laying on the floor as she retreated from the enraged orc as Garug, Kor, and Puru tried to push him back. They weren't enough. The orc pushed the three off balance with brute strength. Garug and Kor quickly recovered, but Puru was a hair too slow as the orc's sword crashed through his neck, separating his head from his body.

Before the horde leader could do more than snarl in rage, taking a step toward the orc as he pursued his daughter and last two lieutenants, a searing pain in his chest brought him to his knees. "Got you," a voice whispered in the People's tongue as Kranesh looked down to see the tip of a sword jutting out from his chest where he'd been stabbed from behind. With a violent jerk, he felt more than saw as the weapon was pulled from his body, the sound of smug chuckling filling his ears as the elf walked around in front of him.

"H-Honorless knife-ear," Kranesh rasped, his chest searing as his magic tried desperately to heal his wounds. But the elf knicked his mana core. It would take a massive amount of mana to fix such a wound, mana he didn't have after fighting the resilient human for so long.

"Father!" Prin cried out, her head turning as she took a step towards him.

"Your daughter? She's pretty, for a goblin, and powerful for her age. A shame you'll have to watch her die," the elf said with a wink, turning his head away from Kranesh as he palmed a dart.

As Kranesh processed the elf's words, anger overcame his sense of self-preservation as he channeled all of his mana into fueling his body. Time slowed to a crawl as Kranesh rose, his clawed hands a blur as he grabbed the elf by the wrist, his hand squeezing until he felt the faint pop of the knife-ear's thin wrist bones shatter. Shock, pain, and fear started to scroll across the elf's face as he turned to look at Kranesh. A delectable assortment of emotions, but he couldn't savor them. He was dying, and soon his soul would fly with the ancestors. But he wouldn't be going alone.

"You will die first," Kranesh snarled, "and the ancestors shall feast on your soul!" Channeling all of his aura, all of his honor, all of his soul into one last attack, Kranesh shoved his claws deep into the elf's chest and ripped out the elf's heart, crushing it in his fist as he severed the veil, summoning the ancestors. They would feast well this night.

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