Thankfully, healing magic seemed to work just fine in the illusion. The wound on Roxas' arm slowly knit back with a wet squelch, the pain receding accordingly. Still largely hidden behind Tillius' hulking figure, the act went largely unnoticed by the incoming assailants. However, the lightshow conjured by Fia was an entirely different matter.

[b][color=#a4161a]"MAGE!"[/color][/b]

The cruel rictus on the soldiers' visage twisted into a different, equally exaggerated wariness as they saw the conjured sphere of light, their charge slowing as they started to scatter away from ground zero in a concerningly disciplined maneuver. Five pair of bloodshot eyes followed the conjuration as it beamed forward, sinking into the ground before torrential blast of searing light erupted in its place.

The sudden brightness illuminated the soldiers, the dark-red splatter and ashen stain on their tabard, the beads of sweat running down their forehead, fresh rivulets of crimson dripping down between crooked teeth. The damage itself was minimum, the frontmost three suffering from some minor burn and laceration, but the magical opening was far from ineffective.

They howled, disconcertingly uniform, momentarily overtaking the noise of distant screams and crackling pyre, shock intermixing with anger as the advance staggered into a halt. Weapons were brandished more to threaten than to gain any advantage, the men too busy trying to blink away the dark spot in the middle of their vision with limited success.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Harridan! I'll tear out your eyes and feed it to your friends!"[/color][/b] Yelled one of them, squinting as the squad continued to try surround the trio albeit much clumsier than before. One of the sword-wielder halted some distance away at the front, momentarily gobsmacked by the sheer size of the tower shield before him while the rest split into a pair of sword and poleaxe on each flank. They'll be in position soon, and likely wouldn't hesitate to begin the assault after.