Unicorn

The winds are fears, tearing the grass from the ground. It spined like a tornado, and from its center, shot speed up shards of ice. Pin cushioning the floor. It was the perfect defense, and an amazing offense. 

Wisp retreated. Wolf found himself pushing forward shielded by his sword, and C grade artifact, armor of a dead knight, its unique ability is being able to stop one life threatening attack before breaking. The effect is not as good as the OG, but instead of breaking his artifact it just removed the ability to use it again. 

Pheap willingly absurd the attacks head on taking hit after hit, it almost looked like he was growing. Hans played it neutral, staying close enough if he's needed, and staying far enough away so that he could dodge the fire arrows. 

Wolf moved inch by inch, pushing forward. He was still scared, but he knew now wasn't the time to let it get to him. The max amount of artifacts that can be used at once is two, and one of them has to be C or below, so he felt limited on options.

Ice shards hit and cut at his legs, blood started to flow like water. However Wolf summed his magic and carefully covered the wound, stopping a little bleeding, but taking a lot of concentration. Each step felt like it would be his last, that he would be blown over like a tree in a hurricane. This task was impossible, no, improbable. No one expects a general to hunt an angel, weak or not, but he was doing it. The closer Wolf approached the harsher the spell became. Winds blowing him here and there, he could barely keep his footing. This wasn't sufficient, Wolf was not sufficient. For anyone, not for Jewy, not for Lynx, not even for his sister. Wolf was never enough. Never, ever. 

The wind is harsher than ever, he reached the start of the wall. 

With a hump, Wolf lifted his great sword and cut it down, slicing the wind in half. But not without cost. From head to toe, Wolf is covered in ice shards. They barely didn't pierce his skull, and his armor could only protect him from so many high quality spells. Activating to protect his neck. His stomach is filled with slowly melting holes, his arms have become paralyzed, and his legs are as stiff as ice. He couldn't even fall over from the pain. The great sword fell from his hand disappearing into the air. 

"Johny!" Wisp screamed. 

Pheap wasn't one to let opportunity slip by. He charged head first into the unicorn, knocking it off its feet. It screamed. Letting a rain of sharp fiery swords shoot down from the sky. Hans saw his time as he moved to block the hovering swords. 

Pheap grabbed the unicorn by the neck, and started to beat its face in. He punched and he punched, giving a right, and when that arm got tired using his left. Soon the wet slap of tenderized meat could be heard, echoing through the battlefield. 

Hans is cut from top to bottom, with muscles severed, his arms lay limp by his sides. 

Wisp didn't let a second waste, grabbing Wolf, and desperately dragged him to Jorge.