Cursing slightly, I waved my hand and willed a dozen crescent blades of razor sharp winds down onto the charging army, each thick, solidified gale tearing through the human soldiers with frightening ease.
Each blade cut into flesh like a knife through butter, and the spray of blood created clouds of red around the dead as limbs and torsos fell to the ground with a plop.
More and more soldiers arrived at the border each hour, and the castle was officially under siege.
Continuous waves of attacks rained down on our earthen walls, and the Earth Mages worked day and night to keep the castle standing, but each hour resulted in another chip being unable to be replaced, another crack in the foundation of our fortress.
Julius and Matilda now alternated their appearances, sometimes not showing up at all...
However, when they did, the impact was noticeable.
