Ssarak Dyreackthanose

[hr]

Having placed the crates at his back, Ssarak could focus on his front and sides. He had knowingly placed himself in the middle of the enemy, so he knew he would have to place his focus solely on defense for the time being. For the entire time he was landing, he had been identifying every individual he could. Once his allies were in the fray, he would be free to join them in a counterattack. 

It was plain to see those in front of him. He could see where they were, and could estimate how long it would take for them to sprint at him, if they were so inclined. As such, he knew he could take a quick glance around at any other threats. The room was dark, but just for a moment, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and being a soldier, Ssarak reacted. He rotated around his shield to try and deflect or absorb any incoming threat, and faced himself such that he put his armor to its best use. 

Ssarak had made himself appear white-scaled, like an Esyire of Lux mageblood. Pushing his hand forward, Ssarak unleashed a wave of illusory flames all around him. The “attack” was short-ranged, and intended to deter too many of his opponents from approaching him at once. Not to mention, it would obscure the vision of any ranged threats.