Gunther took a deep breath. He could do this he could do this he could do this. Bracing himself the Knight thrust forward, aiming for the other Knight's head. Unfortunately the attack merely hit across the side of the helmet. And, though it snapped the Awakened's head backwards it seemed not to truly stop the undead creature.
And so the Awakened attacked in turn. The lance piercing into Gunther's abdomen. It managed to get through part of his armor and cause a wound onto his skin. The lance pierced his skin and blood welled up and out of the pierced armor.
Gritting his teeth he tried not to cry out in pain, and failed.
And then next to him Link nearly fell again. "No, Link, you..you can't die! I can't...hold them off...if you fall."
Penelope looked around. Things were going...well? It was hard to tell, especially as she noticed some issues up front. Yet, over here...things seemed to be looking up.
If they could keep going like this...they might be able to break through.
She smiled as Alois felled one of the mages easily. "Good work, seems all that wood cutting was helpful for something right?"
Adel looked to be fine. The woman was impressive, Penelope had to admit, and the princess was glad she was here with them.
Penelope considered trying to attack herself but then the injury flared up and she hissed as the pain went through her. She had to concentrate. And to concentrate she had to be healthy. And so, holding the torch still, she administered a Vulnerary on her wound.
"Where do you need me?"
Penelope glanced over to where she heard Edrick's voice and he... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?" Penelope shouted. Then, taking a deep breath, she immediately began to consider the tactical implications.
She knew that the enemies near Licorice were falling quickly. Which meant that the Fox would be freed up quickly. And so...
Penelope nodded. "Edrick, come here, to us, and avoid the range of the Archers. Everyone. Get ready. We're going to attempt to push them back and take some pressure off our front line."
Dua was almost glad that he was dead already. He felt that this young man, this Link, would have given him a heart attack otherwise. Moving to the soldier he once again used his Mend staff to bring him from the brink. "Getting to be...a habit." He rasped.
Trim, on the other hand, seemed to only be getting into it more. With a rasp his mouth opened up into a semi-grin. Raising his axe high, the Barbarian didn't seem to mind the Lancer sticking his weapon into the Awakened's chest, he brought his arm down to cleave a wound deep in the Lancer's chest. The opposing Awakened stumbled back from the force and Trim grunted as he prepared to go for the kill.
Penvo would have laughed were it possible. She was fighting alongside an immovable Frog! "You're like a walking...castle...wall." She said to him as she vaulted over him and, as she jumped, launched a couple of knives into another of the Lancers across the way. Upon landing she stumbled slightly, her body not as used to such things in this state, but brushed it off as she prepared to attack again.
Quatro quickly moved down to the other arrow slit as the horde began to advance. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she noticed that her previous quarry had moved into a position she couldn't reach. So instead she settled for firing off an arrow at a second Fighter, intent on feathering as many of them as possible, and struck the undead on the side of the head, almost into the ear hole itself.
Unil wished he could move faster as he approached the opening in the wall that he was to defend with the...odd girl. If his horse was just a bit faster perhaps he could have reached the foe already.
And then, as he reached his destination, he hesitated. There was a light, not far from there, a strange light. A powerful light.
"Egads, even in this strange land there is evil running amok! Well, no matter, for it is my sworn duty to smite evil no matter where it may rear its detestable and uncouth head!" The green haired woman astride her horse posed gracefully as she watched the undead horde approach. "If only Rennac and Dozla were here, they would enjoy this ever so much! I suppose I must put in the effort for them then! Come, vile beast, and face my holy vengeance!"
The Cavalier at the head of the group seemed to hesitate for a moment before charging towards her. Without letting her confident smile slide off her face the woman pulled a tome out and began to chant, in a language unknown to those here, and a ray of light shot into the sky. Moments later a beam of light crashed down on the Cavalier and, when it vanished, so too did the Cavalier disappear. As though vaporized instantly.
"Now who is next to face my divine fury...wait, what is this, I hear...By Latona there are people fighting in that building!" She then, completely unconcerned about the army moments from reaching her, spurred her horse onward and into the entrance of the structure. Where she found... "Ah, another fiend! You, too, shall face...hm, you seem somehow different from those." And indeed she didn't feel the same malevolence from the creatures outside. A rather strange circumstance but one that she wouldn't let get to her. "Well then I suppose I should introduce myself. I am the Divine Beauty of Radiance and Gracefulness, the Princess of Holy Might whose divine mission is to rid the world of evil and let justice prevail. I am L'Arachel and I am here to save you all from this strange evil!"
She then noticed the woman on the other side of this strange undead. "Ah, I take it you are in command here, yes? There is a certain aura about you. You, too, are an ally of justice are you not?"