Syrlya waited this out inside, in case the walls fell. He knows he's in a little worse shape, after all. And it's been a tense few minutes, pruning off pieces of withered foliage.
And then there's a cry, like battle, and it draws his attention up. He's close enough to the walls he can just make out--a scream of pain, the voices of those who went out there. A battle.
"Brambles--" He grabs up his sword and tightens his grip on the bloodstone in his shield hand, drawing its power. "Hold the wall!"
With that he teleports out to scout the chaos. They're overwhelmed. This fight is completely doomed.
They don't have a choice.
He rushes around along the other side, firing off magic at the Hydra with one of his clock-ticking wells aimed below it's feet to try and cause crippling damage. It's a long damn shot, but he doesn't need to kill it--just drive it off of them.
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And then there's a cry, like battle, and it draws his attention up. He's close enough to the walls he can just make out--a scream of pain, the voices of those who went out there. A battle.
"Brambles--" He grabs up his sword and tightens his grip on the bloodstone in his shield hand, drawing its power. "Hold the wall!"
With that he teleports out to scout the chaos. They're overwhelmed. This fight is completely doomed.
They don't have a choice.
He rushes around along the other side, firing off magic at the Hydra with one of his clock-ticking wells aimed below it's feet to try and cause crippling damage. It's a long damn shot, but he doesn't need to kill it--just drive it off of them.