The shout rose across the line, and the Crimson Guard retaliated. Fourth-level spells rained on the enemy, a wave of death that swept across the front lines. Any who got within a hundred yards of the trenches was cut down in an instant, taken by arrows, long-ranged magic, or evaporated by the lances of the skyship. The army of the divine ground to a halt, completely overwhelmed by sheer firepower.
The Star Guard blazed trails across the sky, heading on an intercept point for the inquisitors. Had the eighth-level warrior been with them, I might have been worried, but it was just the mage. And there was no way they had enough time to cast an eight-circle spell before they engaged, so they'd be fine. Probably.
