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Maybe it was due to sheer luck... Maybe Brigitte and the Fenris family was more loved in the north than Eirún had anticipated... Or perhaps there was no better way to unite the north people than their shared hatred towards the Mage King and those under his banner... Regardless of the reason though, it seemed that as the fight continued, more northerners seemed to be attracted by the sound of fighting and took the chance to make the mage king's pawns pay for having invaded the north. 

While Eirún's previous attack was not successful in harming the metal mage, it was enough to make him stop casting his magnetic spell which would let her allies move and fight more freely. Although she was aiming to take advantage of that to dash and attack him again, she wasn't expecting the mage's quick reaction, sending a scattershot of metal fragments towards her. Immediately stopping her dash, Eirún tried twisting her body to evade the metal shards, but the sheer amount of metal fragments proved to be too much. A wave of pain went through her body as she felt two metal shards wounded her, one slicing her side, along her ribs and the other piercing her thigh. Flinching with pain, Eirún landed on one leg, avoiding putting weight on her wounded leg. Without giving the metal mage any more time to react and bearing with the pain, Eirún jumped backwards on her unwounded leg, twirling her body in one leg before crouching and leaping backwards, twisting her body in a backflip, swinging her sword as she did so. 

Similarly as before, Eirún's sword let out an audible, harmonious ring as a blade of wind shot out from where the tip of her blade cut the air. Thanks to the bolt shot by Aslan, which had deeply lodged itself on his shoulder, Goldchain didn't have much time to react other than twisting his body, protecting the arm that was shot by Aslan, in hopes his pauldron would be enough to deflect the long range attack. Unfortunately for him, this time Eirún's slash was true, splitting his shoulder armor and carving a deep gash from the pauldron’s edge down his arm.

Despite being wounded, as she landed on her unharmed leg, Eirún still assumed a fighting posture, albeit a slightly more defensive one. 
With the pain masked by the adrenaline, still flowing due to the combat, Eirún held her breath for a moment as she quickly pulled the metal shard from her leg, feeling a sharp wave of pain running through her body. When fighting against a metal-controlling mage, having a bleeding wound was definitely much better than having a shard of metal embedded on her flesh, giving him a free opportunity to wound her even more by controlling it.

Standing on one leg, she held her blade vertically before her, tip down and edge toward the mage, with her other hand open, touching the back of her blade to support it should she need to parry another one of the metal mage's attacks. Having taken a big step back from the frontline, Eirún finally had a moment to glance towards her allies and analyze the flow of battle. With Nika fighting against the mysterious silent knight and the young pyromancer's head rolling in the fresh snow after Sieg and Soren cleanly dealt with him, the enemy's morale seemed to be affected. Especially as a giant barbarian woman charged towards the enemy knights, roaring as she broke through their formation, colliding with the bald knight, sending him sliding backwards as he tried to block her.

Brigitte, whom was hidden within the snow also found the perfect moment to attack, in a joint strike with the white wolf against the same bald knight the barbarian woman tackled, her rimeglass blade being stopped by his solid plate armor as the wolf held him in place. With the tide of battle quickly turning thanks to their new, unexpected allies, Eirún focused her attention back on the metal mage. Both him and Eirún herself were wounded and she knew that the next his either one of them took would likely be the last. As such, she bid her time, holding her defensive stance and waiting for an opening. 

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