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Taleja moved away from the group, heading towards the window located in the far corner of the hall. They had sought refuge in the battered church, seeking solace from the growing chorus of howls that surrounded them. The eerie sound sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

With a surge of energy crackling around her fingertips, Taleja extended her hand towards the window frame. Instead of opting for the conventional methods the others were employing, she summoned ethereal threads that swirled and weaved together in intricate patterns reminiscent of a spider's web. With precise movements, she directed the threads to encase the window in a web of magical bindings. The threads tightened, creating a translucent barrier that fortified the glass and provided protection against the impending assault.

Taking out a vial of skuggvar venom, Taleja carefully coated the threads, ensuring a nasty surprise for any creature that dared to enter through this particular window.

[colour=006633]"One down,"[/colour] she muttered, a sense of accomplishment in her voice.

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The wolves lunged toward the windows and doorway, their snarling jaws dripping with saliva, Ashon leapt into action. He wielded his gnarled stick like a seasoned warrior. Each strike connected with precision, as each powerful blow sent the wolves reeling.

He used his foresight to anticipate the next wave of attack, and using his stick as an extension of his body, he blocked their frenzied attacked and countered with swift strikes. The sound of wood battering fur echoed through the room as he fought to keep them at bay.

With each swing, he aimed to incapacitate rather than kill, knocking the creatures unconscious with well-placed strikes. His movements were fluid and graceful, as he ducked and weaved between them. His actions flowed like water as he skilfully manoeuvred between them, creating a defensive barrier as he was determined to buy time for his friends as they scrambled to secure the windows, and hammering the boards into place with urgency.

As the others joined the fight, it became evident that they had different priorities. The distinct ring of the Blunderbuss echoed through the air as Taleja aimed for headshots, causing the creatures to recoil in bloody terror. Any that fell were swiftly and ruthlessly silenced. Her green eyes flickered up towards Ashon, a grim expression on her face. [colour=006633]"They were already dead."[/colour] Meanwhile, Kaspar summoned a demon, and the blood began to flow like paint, staining the walls of the church.

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Cannons thundered as the church was relentlessly bombarded, and Constable Leonhardt, now a corrupted and unrecognizable being, unleashed unholy wildblood forces, laying waste to the unlikely alliance of humans and demons within the church. Wave after wave of enemies assaulted them, testing their resilience and taking a toll on their vitality. In the face of this relentless onslaught, they fought on, enduring injuries and making sacrifices.

Amidst the chaos, they sought to create a window of opportunity. Leonhardt bellowed orders in a guttural tongue, swinging his giant axe with terrifying force. Through their painstaking efforts, Ashon and Taleja seized the moment, their plan taking shape. Ashon skilfully manoeuvred through the wolves, deftly evading their attacks, while Taleja charged her attack from a strategic position. With precise timing, Ashon leaped into the air, drawing the attention of all, and brought his strike down upon Leonhardt. Yet, in an instant, he vanished, leaving Leonhardt momentarily confused.

Exploiting this opening, Taleja unleashed her devastating attack. With a focused determination, she released a powerful conical blast of radiation known as the Field of Fire towards Leonhardt. The intense radiation melted his flesh, causing him to roar in agony. Despite his corrupted manas attempting to heal the injury, his efforts were in vain. Sensing an opportunity, Ashon swiftly struck from behind, driving his gnarled stick into his chest. As his eyes met his final moments, witnessing his pulsating heart beat a good foot in front of him, he watched as it ignited, consumed by the intense radiation. His roar turned into a death cry, signalling the end of the foul, corrupted being.

It is at this opportunity that a trap door opened, and whilst the frenzied horde began to break down into a disorganized mess, the students and their allies used the opportunity to make their escape.

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