"These bastards sure are tough as nails." Vladir snarled in frustration as he hurled another fireball towards the line of Wyvern-mounted mages slowly advancing on their position.
BOOM! Another fireball spit out by a ferocious looking man atop a large red Wyvern met his fireball in mid air and they exploded in a fiery display of fire energy.
"It's hopeless. We are Scions of Perses, for God's sake! Our strengths lie in military strategy and battle tactics, not… this blasted fight with hundreds of crazy mages atop Wyverns!" Vladir shouted in exasperation.
"Then why don't you shut the hell up and use that 'strength' of yours to think of a way for us to emerge from this situation victorious?" Caerose remarked scathingly.
"Enough." Barathos said. He pointed a finger at a large black Wyvern. A dark beam rippling with death and electrical energy shot out from his finger with astounding speed towards it.
BOOM!