The joint offensive front from the two senior knights in front of him gave the mage-knight some breathing room, but the sudden barrage cause Tiral's face to pale ever so slightly. While it was unlikely that a single one of those projectiles had the force of the magic that was aimed at the Captain's head earlier, being able to deflect all of them entirely was a different matter.

With another swing of his dagger, Tiral quickly shifted the focus of his magic from offense to defense. In an instant, the icicles that had been lined up to fire at the witch became shields of ice instead, and one after another they began to form a shell-like barrier in front of those who stood in the rearguard.

Words of encouragement were needless platitudes right now; all that needed to be done was break through that defense, and the fight was done.