Acrius' continuous barrage helped whittle down the hordes. The boy, as usual, targeted the goblins that were in critical positions or were easy pickings. His barrage would continue on for tens of minutes before he stopped to take in the battlefield and stop for a breath. The battle was theirs, the winds shifted in their favours and, as such, it was only a matter of time before the Bergkoff military won over the invading army. The Crowned Prince soon appeared on the Eastern Front, suggesting that the other Fronts were likely under control or won.

Leonidas' familiar voice rang throughout the walls with a singular command;

[i]"[color=fff200][b]Acrius hit him with a fire arrow![/b][/color]"[/i]

Orders were orders, after all. It was just another order from the crowned prince, though he couldn't hide his grin. His arrow suddenly ignited with an odd flame as Drana touched his shoulder and whispered a spell. The unsteady shaking of his bow-arm came to a halt as a green wisp encircled his tattered glove, it was another one of Drana's unusual spells. It helped his aiming greatly- odd yet welcome all the same. The orange-eyed boy nodded at Drana in thanks. [color=#FF9900][b]"MANALD!"[/b][/color] Acrius' own voice rang throughout the battlefield, [color=#FF9900][b]"Careful not to get your fur singed."[/b][/color]

With held breath the nock was released from the string and the arrow flew. It whistled sharply as it cut through the air and shallowly pierced the troll's skin; the oil ignited and the flame crackled and slithered throughout the troll's body as it engulfed it wholly. It wailed in pain and fruitlessly tried to pacify the flames.

With that, his task had been completed. Acrius continued firing into the hordes but glanced back at the Cleric, [color=#FF9900][b]" 'ppreciate the help, Cleric Drana,"[/b][/color] He said, recognizing how weaker she appeared to be, [color=#FF9900][b]"Though it may not be my place to say, you best take a rest. Can't have your order blame Bergkoff, right?"[/b][/color]