Tasha desperately digs into her bag of vials, quickly glancing at them before throwing one, as it breaks smoke bursts out and tentacles extend from the smoke slamming down on soldiers and thrashing around. It doesn't take long before they begin to slow until they lay on the ground motionless. Tasha quickly uses her magic to bring vines bursting through the ground, piercing soldiers as they continue to run at her.
"Get away from me!" Tasha throws a vial at one of the soldiers and it smashes against his head and as its smoke flows out it begins to explode sending soldiers flying. "I refuse to die even if it means I must kill!"
"Fire an arrow at her leg now!" a voice shouts and seconds later an arrow pierces Tasha's thigh and she falls onto one knee. As she continues to desperately grow vines the soldiers eventually reach her grabbing and restraining arms as blood drips from her leg. "Bring her to me!" As Tasha continues to struggle the arrow in her leg begins to hurt more and more as she is dragged up stairs.
"Let me go you bastards!" She continues to desperately use magic until the pain in her leg grows unbearable making her unable to focus on her magic.
"How will king Mihel feel when we hold a mage like you captive? A skilled mage like yourself he must highly value your life," a man begins to look up and down at Tasha as he speaks.
With a bang the gate begins to tremble. Seconds later wood flies from the gate as Mihel enters slowly. "Where is the lord of Neer!?" Mihel yells as soldiers rush at him. Quickly he dispatches each of them. One with a swing of his sword another with a punch through a soldier's skull. "Surrender and I will spare the rest of you!"
The person who holds Tasha begins to laugh as he slowly walks down the stairs with a knife to Tasha's throat. "Look at what I have here king Mihel," the man presses the knife closer to Tasha's throat drawing a little blood as Tasha limps with each step she is forced to take. "What a beautiful mage I have here. It's so sad she got an arrow in her thigh. Would you let someone as powerful as this mage die just so you can steal our land?"
Mihel sighs as he looks at Tasha and the arrow that is still embedded in her thigh. "I've already sacrificed so many soldiers to get here. You think I'd care about some pathetic merc," Mihel opens his hand holding it at his side as he looks at Tasha and the lord.
"Heh what happened to everyone within Osmon shall be cared for?" the lord takes the knife off Tasha's throat pointing it at Mihel. "You had such a heart, such an ability to care for everyone. Where'd it go?"
"I'm simply making the sacrifices I have to so I can return to that life," Mihel's face fills with anger as he stares down the lord. "It is Folga's fault we are here. It is not my fault that you are to die here."
The lord laughs uncontrollably waving around the knife. "Folga's fault? It really is as Afrium says. You despicable people participated in getting rid of the brothers didn't you? You really are a pathetic nation. Killing off the brothers thinking you would gain power or thinking that nations would sympathise with you cause you live a barren land. But we aren't falling for it no no no."
Mihel's face contorts with rage as Tasha catches an opening forcing herself to use magic despite the pain searing from her thigh. A vine breaks through the floor going directly for the lord's head.
There are a few seconds of silence. Tasha is no longer being held by the lord and the knife lies on the ground in front of her, yet the vine is perfectly clean, no blood or anything. Tasha turns around and her face fills with fear. Mihel holds the lord by his head as flames gracefully flow around him. "Don't you call me or my people pathetic. We did nothing against the brothers. We were the ones who supported them the most. Afrium accused us and the pride of your nation believed them simply because our land makes us look like we would do such a thing."
"What I see now is proof that your nation is the monster," the lord smiles as the flames begin to swirl around his leg. Tasha begins to limp away from the scene, as the flames intensify as Mihel throws the lord to another wall. With a slam the lord falls to his knees coughing. "Such a terrible person to lead a terrible nation."
Mihel quickly closes the gap between the two of them, sending the flames at him as they flow like a river with his movements. The lord attempts to stab Mihel but before he has the chance to even get ready to stab Mihel the river of flames flows down his open mouth soon after he screams then silence except for the crackling of flames which begin to dissipate. "This is merely what I must do for my people," Mihel walks over to Tasha pulling the arrow out causing her to yell in pain. Calmly he places his hand on the bleeding wound and seconds later the bleeding stops and Tasha feels no pain. "You survived, you shouldn't feel pain."
Tasha looks at Mihel shaking some as she slowly stands up looking around at the burnt enemies who got caught in Mihel's flames during the fight. "What the hell are you?" Tasha's voice is shaky as she looks into Mihel's eyes.
"I am the king of Osmon as you are aware. I chose to treat my people and neighbors with respect unless they treat me with none. I am sorry you had to see that but it was what had to be done."