CH401 Sorcerer?
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Ten Fury soldiers charged headlong into the remaining militia ranks.
Even though the militia force had been reduced to its elite (class-0) fighters and barely ten Bronze-rankers (Class 1)—all under the command of their Silver-ranked deputy commander—they still couldn't bring down a single Fury soldier.
Each Fury soldier was an Intermediate-rank soldier, armed and armoured with equipment far superior to anything in Barnsil. Their technique, footwork and discipline also outstripped the militia by leagues.
Though they cut down only a few militia members in the opening exchange, they achieved their true goal—drawing attention and buying precious seconds for the spellcasters behind them.
"Pull back now."
Alex's voice echoed crisply through their comms earpiece artefacts.
Without hesitation, the Fury soldiers disengaged.
[Slow]! [Weak Joints]! [Blindness]!
