The sorcerer laughed as his conjured fire burned through the first rank of soldiers. The volley of crossbow bolts that rained down upon him were deflected by a haze that radiated from him like heat.
“Fools!” he shouted. ‘Not only does my magic destroy you, it protects me!”
Another bolt of fire from the sorcerer’s hand destroyed a wagon and the three soldier behind it. “Now . . .” the rest of his boast was cut off as a silver shafted arrow pierced his breast. “What!?”
The Silver Band had finally arrived. Now the sorcerer would have a real fight on his hands.
Armored in Sorcery
Your magic creates a momentary aura that protects you from harm.
