Once Karl made his threat, a new Spellblade came through the portal. He was Monarch Ranked, and wearing the same black robes and shining red armour as the others, but with a gold embroidered cloak hung over his shoulders and clasped with a gold chain studded with rubies.
"Who do you think that you are to threaten my people?" He demanded.
"Prince Karl of the Golden Dragon Nation. And from what I can tell, I personally command more Monarch Rank combat power than your Clan does, so I am asking you politely to take them and go home. If you want a piece of the action here after this pathetic attempt at poaching, you need to ask the Archbishop, or one of his people."
The mage paused, considering his response before this situation got even more out of hand. Spellblades trained to fight above their rank, and were considered an Elite force all over the continent. The Elites, on the other hand, were a new force without a lot of the respect that the Spellblades had earned over the centuries, but some of them had unique classes that were more than a match for anything else at their level. The Clan Leader knew the stories of some of the other Elites who had achieved things that were considered conventionally impossible.
But that didn't mean he would back down from a challenge, at least not just on the off chance that this particular one was capable of such remarkable feats.
"And if I say that my people aren't leaving?" The Spellblade replied.
Karl called the two Lamia Bodyguards, and the mage paled. Monarch Ranked intelligent summons were far more dangerous than a conventional Golem, and these ones had immediately created their own Monarch Ranked barriers.
Karl smiled. "As I said to your men, we can do this the hard way. I was only extending a measure of courtesy to you."
The pair faced off across the barrier around the attacking Clan, who were all looking haggard and exhausted from the effort of holding the barrier against the constant artillery barrage. freёwebnoѵel.com
The artillery and Hawk, Karl mentally amended, as Hawk was taking full advantage of his evolution to Ghostfire Thunderbird to sit on top of the barrier and let his flames drain the defenders' energy without having to do anything himself.
It was a brilliant move, and as soon as the barrier cracked, Dana could cast her Golems inside. With the barrier up, you couldn't cast spells from the outside in. But every time Karl cracked the barrier with his maul, you could for the next second or so. At least spells that didn't try to move through the solid parts of the barrier.
Remi came over with her trio of bodyguards, reminding the mage that if they pushed, the defenders could get inside the barrier and wipe out the Spellblade Clan in a matter of minutes now that they were tired and low on mana.
"Release my people, and we will retreat for today." The Clan Leader relented.
"That should be fine. The energy of the Relic won't last much longer. Cara, if you would kindly send the Spellblades back to their bubble." Karl agreed.
Cara mentally cheered as Remi passed her a large stick out of her space, allowing the Void Badger to poke and herd the mages, who she was still preventing from using any spells.
There was no particular reason to make them walk the rest of the way to the barrier, but Cara wasn't willing to give up her game yet.
The Clan Leader turned and walked back through the portal to his home Sect, and the others quickly followed, leaving an empty barrier for half a second after the portal vanished.
Ophelia came over to where Karl was standing, and Hawk circled down to land nearby, now that his perch was gone.
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