[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

Dogs follow the curse hounds. Black armour and gold lining. They look like sun cooked pieces of [i]merda[/i] carrying blades, but it is a mistake to underestimate them. They'd caused enough of a mess already - mind controlled or not. Many of the others fear Mayon's retribution for the blood poised to be spilled on her holy ground - but in my heart I trust she knows that evil has little consideration for sanctity. 

I wipe my mouth with a thumb before my visor clamps down, my field of view tightening like a vice. I move to guard position in front of Amy at her behest (and my own), keeping the Captain's flank as secure as possible. From the fog of war one of the canines jump at us - snarling and spitting, only to be quickly and unceremoniously ended by my weapon arm - twitching in the increasingly blood sodden ground. The beast's throes are illuminated by a strong, alluring melody close by - I needn't break vision with the enemy forces to know Amy's trump card is finally in play. One by one, several of the boars sink to their knees and then collapse entirely. An entire swathe, in fact, become momentarily inebriated before succumbing to Amy's spell. I half wonder if they are ever to wake again.

But more still erupt from the treeline - with much more sober and aggressive movements. Amy's spell had eliminated a fraction, but a sizeable one. 

I hold fast. An advance is tempting, but it would leave the Captain, and arguably more importantly, our cleric, quite literally to the wolves.

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