A billow of steam escaped my lips as I sighed, staring down at the empty vial in my hands that numbered my fifth potion, meaning...
"Start pulling back! We have another three minutes!"
Slipping the empty vial into the pouch, I switched my magics around for a moment and covered the three warrior's retreats with a barrage of icicles, cutting down the monsters and undead that tried to get closer as they began to pull back.
Leone aided me in that effort as she sent small, condensed spheres of mana hurtling through the air towards the horde, exploding them just above the enemy and knocking them to the ground, burnt and charred.
Each fireball added more fog to the battlefield, lowering our vision slightly as we clustered together, but the winds thinned it out in moments.
