[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

Although there were still some flaws with the plan that they crafted together, Artemisia thought it was a good one for the amount of time they had to make it. The risk was high, but there was a good chance that they could make it out without incurring too high of a loss. The strange girl’s unexpected strength would be their saviors… and more importantly, Artemisia’s. 

What she didn’t expect was for the dumb girl to start charging away at an impressive breakneck speed. The plan had called for a pretty good charge, but it had to involve careful timing and the entire party keeping pace. In a moment, she was gone. 

And shortly after, she was back. With an army at her heels. And not her army. 

“This was [i]not[/i] in the plan!” She screamed, reacting at the approaching soldiers simultaneously. Although by this time, like her fellow allies, she was gradually suffering from exhaustion, she mustered up the strength to shield the party with her spells. Invoking a brief chant, a domed, semi-opaque blue wall appeared in front of them, supplementing the soft cover that Locke had provided with his smokescreen. Smoke would do little to contain attacks from arrows or spears though; she strained to stretch the protection to all angles that the archers could shoot from, but the effort was fatiguing. Thankfully for Artemisia, she was seated relatively comfortably on a saddled horse, so she wouldn’t fall even if she lost her strength. Although, if she somehow passed out, that was another thing entirely. 

“Best if we all finished those archers off now. Our spells and projectiles can pass through, but I’m not going to be able to hold a shield this wide at this rate.” She grimaced, but began to spur her horse forward into a better position in the smokescreen. She just hoped they didn’t begin to camp in there, because even if the situation had changed, they still need to get a proper move on.