Paul's hands burst with a blue light as he cast spells without abandon, and saved his runic spells for barriers to keep the people safe.
"Fall!" He grunted, a sense of exhilaration surging through his body; this was the battle he wanted. It was the kind of knight he aspired to be. "Stay behind me, I will keep you safe!"
Marth held a massive club, the size of her husband, with a single hand. She stepped to the edge of the barrier and sent the possessed humans flying. "Wake up!" The blow of her club hit so hard that the people lost consciousness, and the forced activation of Mephisto's spell fizzled.
"Hurry!" Other women and men called out to the dazed humans with bloody noses.
--Dragon Lightning!
A fierce blue spell shot from Paul's fingertips, blood oozing from his nose as he abused his empty mana pool.
The dragon-shaped lighting devoured several archers, ripping apart their bodies and turning them into a singed mess.
