The Elementalist : Next of Kin: The Kothian Chronicles by Andrew Wood
Authors: Andrew Wood
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become a wall some fifteen feet high and thirty feet long. Maxim knew he could not hold that sort of spell for long, and so pushed with every last ounce his body could give him. The wall of fire rushed forward towards the unsuspecting tribes, engulfing those unfortunate enough to be in its path.
The cries and screams of men and beasts caught in the flames filled the air, as the wall of fire suddenly ceased. Maxim felt Zack place his arms around him, which he was thankful for or else he felt he might just tumble over. With legs of jelly, Maxim felt absolute fatigue take hold of him, and thought for a moment he would pass out. Mikel added his greater strength in supporting him up, as the friends retreated back into the shadows of the alleys.
Hadan sat atop his Caruc witnessing something that horrified him to the core. One of the other tribes was subjected to a mass of fire, conjured up he assumed by one of the Pitford magicians. What he was forced to see and hear would remain with him for the rest of his days. The stench of burning flesh and the cries of men slowly being burnt to death was not a sight he ever wished to see again. He reached down for the bone horn hanging down at his waist, before placing it to his lips and giving it several short blasts. His tribe, or what was left of it, was going to retreat. Without further ado, he turned his Caruc about and headed for the breach he had help create in the outer wall. His men, both those on foot and those afforded the beasts to ride, followed him without question.
With one tribe withdrawing from the battlefield, it did not take long for another to follow suit. Within just a few minutes, the enemy force attempting to break the inner wall had halved in size. The Bosarians amongst them continued their tactic of trying to teleport soldiers up to the top of the wall, and gained a small foothold. This was mainly due to a magician holding a shield over them, repelling any Kothian attempt at removing them.
From his position on the ground below, Ramon noticed this man, and knew this was something he could deal with. Without giving it further thought he grabbed one of the magicians beside him, "Can you teleport me up there," he asked, pointing to where the Kothians were attempting to hold back the growing foothold of Bosarians. The man nodded, and before Ramon could say another word, he was whisked in to the midst of an on-going skirmish. As the Kothian archers fired arrows, they merely bounced aside, and Ramon noticed the man smirking from inside his barrier. His mirth was short-lived as the Seer waved a hand, nullifying the man's magical ability. The next arrow sent, flew straight at him, striking him clean in the chest, "Not laughing now are you?" Ramon shouted aloud. After quickly asking his magician to teleport him back down again, as the Kothians holding the wall charged at those attackers atop of it, and without a magical shield to stop them quickly regained control.
Maxim was half carried, half dragged back towards the part of the town being held by Ramon and his infantry, as Mikel and Zack tired from doing so. "Bloody hell Maxim you're much heavier than you look," Mikel quipped.
"I thought Zack might have teleported me back," Maxim replied looking up at his friend through weary looking eyes.
Mikel turned to Zack and gave him a stern look. Zack gave a wry smile, "Sorry...I thought you wanted to carry him," he replied. Mikel rolled his eyes back, and despite everything that was going on around them started laughing.
Oran spotted his nephew amongst the other magicians with Ramon, and was pleased to see the last of the mountain tribesmen scampering over the rubble of the outer wall. The remaining Bosarians were also now finally dispersing, and he watched on as Ramon seemed to be allowing them to make their way unhindered towards the main gates. He puffed out his cheeks, and turned to see Katria step up beside him, "I think we have done it," he said,
The cries and screams of men and beasts caught in the flames filled the air, as the wall of fire suddenly ceased. Maxim felt Zack place his arms around him, which he was thankful for or else he felt he might just tumble over. With legs of jelly, Maxim felt absolute fatigue take hold of him, and thought for a moment he would pass out. Mikel added his greater strength in supporting him up, as the friends retreated back into the shadows of the alleys.
Hadan sat atop his Caruc witnessing something that horrified him to the core. One of the other tribes was subjected to a mass of fire, conjured up he assumed by one of the Pitford magicians. What he was forced to see and hear would remain with him for the rest of his days. The stench of burning flesh and the cries of men slowly being burnt to death was not a sight he ever wished to see again. He reached down for the bone horn hanging down at his waist, before placing it to his lips and giving it several short blasts. His tribe, or what was left of it, was going to retreat. Without further ado, he turned his Caruc about and headed for the breach he had help create in the outer wall. His men, both those on foot and those afforded the beasts to ride, followed him without question.
With one tribe withdrawing from the battlefield, it did not take long for another to follow suit. Within just a few minutes, the enemy force attempting to break the inner wall had halved in size. The Bosarians amongst them continued their tactic of trying to teleport soldiers up to the top of the wall, and gained a small foothold. This was mainly due to a magician holding a shield over them, repelling any Kothian attempt at removing them.
From his position on the ground below, Ramon noticed this man, and knew this was something he could deal with. Without giving it further thought he grabbed one of the magicians beside him, "Can you teleport me up there," he asked, pointing to where the Kothians were attempting to hold back the growing foothold of Bosarians. The man nodded, and before Ramon could say another word, he was whisked in to the midst of an on-going skirmish. As the Kothian archers fired arrows, they merely bounced aside, and Ramon noticed the man smirking from inside his barrier. His mirth was short-lived as the Seer waved a hand, nullifying the man's magical ability. The next arrow sent, flew straight at him, striking him clean in the chest, "Not laughing now are you?" Ramon shouted aloud. After quickly asking his magician to teleport him back down again, as the Kothians holding the wall charged at those attackers atop of it, and without a magical shield to stop them quickly regained control.
Maxim was half carried, half dragged back towards the part of the town being held by Ramon and his infantry, as Mikel and Zack tired from doing so. "Bloody hell Maxim you're much heavier than you look," Mikel quipped.
"I thought Zack might have teleported me back," Maxim replied looking up at his friend through weary looking eyes.
Mikel turned to Zack and gave him a stern look. Zack gave a wry smile, "Sorry...I thought you wanted to carry him," he replied. Mikel rolled his eyes back, and despite everything that was going on around them started laughing.
Oran spotted his nephew amongst the other magicians with Ramon, and was pleased to see the last of the mountain tribesmen scampering over the rubble of the outer wall. The remaining Bosarians were also now finally dispersing, and he watched on as Ramon seemed to be allowing them to make their way unhindered towards the main gates. He puffed out his cheeks, and turned to see Katria step up beside him, "I think we have done it," he said,
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