The other Mage loosed a lighting bolt wildly he reacted quickly by slamming his sword into the ground. The lightning rod worked as he drew his tome and unless fire the ball of flames set his cloak alight, he collapsed screaming in pain. The new new fighters rushed forward. Both assaulted at him, he ducked under first and spun from the second. The first axe was a clean miss the second... Well the second ripped away the cloak and left a nice wound on his ragged back. He grunted in pain biting his lip not to scream he shoved his hand in the face of the second axe carrying fool and let his magic burn his skull clean.

The soldier had tried to attack the axe wielder and been knocked back into a wall with the back swing of an axe. He collapsed in a pile. The two remaining rushed to the squad leader, ready to defend him. Both were met with arrows that pinned there feet to the ground. The archer turned and began to run, no doubt deciding the fight was lost and his boys could while he escaped.