[We will need to take down the cyclones soon.] Remi noted.
Her power was beginning to exhaust her, while Hawk was unstable after his evolution. So, it was time for the others to begin to fight again and not rely on the three of them with the largest area effects.
"The vortexes are coming down now. Prepare to face whatever is alive on the other side." Karl warned. There was nothing. The vortexes had killed anything that had gotten within forty metres of them. But it kept the Satyr soldiers on guard, just in case something had escaped Karl's notice.
For the first few minutes, there was nothing coming. Then Karl saw that a few groups of the armoured Giant Boars had noticed the change in defensive strategy, and were heading for the farm.
It was only a half dozen boars and two Cyclops on their side, but the Satyrs were already looking nervous about the situation.
"Relax, I won't let anything happen to you. You have a defensive blessing from a High Priestess of the Red Dragon, the Goddess of War. As far as Commander Rank defensive magic, there isn't much that outclasses it.
Plus, you have the three of us here, and none of us is going to lose a fight to some boar. You've seen my magic, have some faith in our capability."
That seemed to remind them of their earlier determination. At least a little bit, anyhow, and the Satyrs raised their short spears and shields, ready to defend against attack.
"Are your mounts awake and healthy? It might be easier for you if you were mounted and more agile." Karl offered.
The Satyrs shook their heads. "The mounts are terrified of the boars. The boars are food, but they are also a predator, and these ones view our mounts as a food product, which has made them too afraid to be reliable in combat.
We're not a battle hardened combat unit, we're just the ones best trained to hold banners and move pedestrians out of the way of officers' carriages."
Karl chuckled at the description.
However, they were soldiers, even if they weren't much to write home about. And that meant that he could use them as soldiers, and they should know at least basic tactics.
"Alright, split up into pairs and accompany the Lamia. You attack the boars from the side, and then retreat away from their counterattacks, and the ladies will do the rest. I will take care of the Giants."
The Satyrs weren't cowards, and they moved into position as the Lamia each picked out a pair of Giant Boars to target, while Karl charged forward before recalling that he had sold his sword. The Maul was an option, but if he wasn't going to be getting the soul steal effect that both healed him and helped empower him, he might as well have used his bow.
Instead, he equipped the Haint Claw, which appeared as long wooden claws over his fingers, which leaked pale blue smoke, the same way that Overlord Leafa did.
Karl flexed his fingers, feeling the power of the weapon on his hands, then flicked a single finger at the Commander Rank Cyclops on his right.
An arc of [Rend] coated in [Disintegrate] and trailing blue smoke raced across the gap, and the giant paused his advance, confused as to what was happening. Then its knees buckled, and the massive beast tumbled to the ground as its head rolled away, cleanly severed at the neck.
The claws pulsed with power as the attack faded, and Karl sent another arc of power at the second Cyclops.
This one got its blade up in time to parry, and the attack faded as the blade in the Giant's hand shattered.
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