[@ERode][@AThousandCurses][@Psyker Landshark]

[b][h3]NORTHERN NERO ROAD[/h3][/b]

Weapons were shattered or blasted astray, and it wouldn't be long before the offense of the enhanced bandits was rendered toothless. While Chunji's scalpel was insufficient to penetrate the defenses of the bandits, the poison applied would eventually eat its way through and onto the flesh of those he struck. So, too, would barriers collapse on repeated hits in the same areas - whether from bullets fired, swords swung, punches delivered, or the diligent strikes of the security mannekin who were all too eager to advance on defenseless targets. It wouldn't be long before the once-fallen criminals fell once more, their bodies seeming to rapidly dehydrate as they spasmed on the ground.

With a click of his tongue, Ferg scoffed at his fallen comrades as he overlooked the area. "I suppose the standard to be met was higher than scavengers. Wastes of copper," he would muse as his sword once more unsheathed briefly with a flick of his thumb, extended slightly farther this time, and the trail of green mist lashed outward rapidly in all directions as if forming into semi-solid tendrils. They jabbed into the bodies of the bandits and pulled them backwards, violently tossing them all at the swordstaff wielder's feet. "Let us skip to the natural conclusion of this farce, then, and see what I can make of these E-tier materials."

Once more sheathing his sword as Kirn stood on guard with his axes in case of any surprise attacks or attempts at interruption, Ferg would slam the hooked pommel of the swordstaff onto the pile of dehydrated spasming flesh before him. In a flash of green light, emerging from the pile in front of him would be a mass of the bandits' bodies, now skeletal, their arms and legs flailing about in a tower of remains. At the top of this skeletal tower was a dragon's skull, from which dark spores escaped and floated towards the carriages. The arms and legs of the skeletons, meanwhile, extended outwards as if elastic, and began to swat and swipe haphazardly in all directions. This included Kirn and Ferg, who deflected the strikes on their side with their weapons while doing their best not to harm their new 'ally'. The security mannekin, who stood on guard to defend the students, were not so lucky - and after a brief exchange, were slammed and shoved across the road and off the road by the extending and rubbery yet altogether durable arms striking out from the corpse tower.

Alto pushed forward to compensate for the lack of mannekin, doing his best to parry and deflect as many limbs as he could, looking across his students that were already on the field with him. He said nothing, but made a motion with his eyes as if to indicate that now would be the time to aim for the duo. Rio wasted no time in attempting to make a break for the bigger one, though in a moment that would surprise very few, unarmed combat without the enhancement of essence proved to be a terrible method of blocking the swipes of freakish monsters, and the boy was sent tumbling backwards after a few successful - if painful - blocks.

From within the boys' carriage, Fianchetto finally flipped to a page that loosened his shoulders in relief. "Found it. For this to work, I will require both of those bandits out there to be occupied for at least... six seconds, perhaps, would do. If that can be managed, this should work!"

The mage would begin to mutter incantations under his breath, the chosen page of his grimoire running alight with magical energy.