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It was a scene right out of a legend, where a sole warrior stood stalwart against an unstoppable force. Ragnar was overpowering him so badly that the slightest graze would've torn Chounan apart, yet with surgical precision every blow was deflected and redirected just enough to avoid a direct hit. Blisters from contacting the burning blood spread quickly, cracking open into bleeding wounds from the vigorous movement where he struck twice for every deflection, however no matter what he did Ragnar's blazing aura was akin to an impenetrable fortress.

Both of them burned, in their own ways, a pair of bonfires dancing the fine line between life and death. It was truly a pity that the samurai's constitution wasn't quite up to par to Ragnar's sheer endurance.

Chounan faltered. His grip weakened, the sword slapped out of his hands from the impact. With no more strength to move, he could only beheld the oncoming axe. However, a slender hand grasped him by the shirt and yanked him out of the trajectory just before he's split in half. That was not exactly a timely save, Veronica moving before the weapons even clashed as if she could see the future, but regardless Chounan was spared a grisly fate. The time he bought was not in vain, for the Impetuous Strife enchantment on Ragnar faded just about the same time as the samurai's fall.

The northlander was still a vicious and wounded beast, but it's undeniable that he's cornered and on his last breath. And, with a splat, even covered with stinky mud. The filthy additions sizzled as he roared and wiped the offending substance off his face, but perhaps it's a slight opening to anyone who's fast enough?

Above, far above, Asevor reached the locked battlement door and unceremoniously blasted it open with his force ring. The sight that greeted him was a burning hellscape, screams in the distance as the village itself started to burn. There's some fighting at a part of the wall, but several sections had been either abandoned or overran. That didn't bode well to the men he brought along. What happened in the short moment he's occupied within?

[b][color=#778da9]"Damnation."[/color][/b]

He took a deep breath, calming himself down before taking another glance backward. No sight of hostiles, but that didn't mean a thing when his necklace still warned him of undeath presence. Bastard could slip through the wall and see through invisibility. His own detection was hampered by the sheer saturation of magical effect in the area, courtesy of that druid. Twice the damnation, he could feel that his mana reserve were... still plentiful, but definitely drained quite a bit.

Floating straight up, Asevor stopped about a hundred feet off the battlement before starting to trace another tesseract. This one vaguely resembled a corvid, though from a certain point of view it'll look like a skull instead. This far enough should give him ample warning if anything came close. It'll leave him vulnerable to snipers, but that's likely less dangerous than an ambush by the necromancer. Yes, he had a battle plan now. This was still salvageable. And failing that? Fleeing was not out of the question.

Pity about his wardrobe in that case, but oh well. The generous payment was still worth it.