Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

The walk through the city just made Arthur sure about what he felt earlier. "The atmosphere here looks bad," he couldn't help but say it out loud.

"People here think we already lost the fight," Amera said.

"Or that old aunt of your master just acted to spread the word," Doaf said, "psychological warfare isn't an easy thing to handle."

"Aemie must deal with that fast," Arthur glanced around, "or else this will be a lost war to fight."

"She knows what's right to do," Amera gave her grandmaster a long glance, "I hope I'm right," she added with a deep breath while the other two around only remained silent.

"We are here," Aemie said out loud as they reached the great wall and the main gate in this region. Many lines of mages were lined to stand guard, while many kept running here and there in some sort of chaos.

"The lady is here," all it needed was just one shout from one guard and all of the mages here stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads in respect to Aemie.

"Listen up," Aemie moved a couple of steps to the front, "I want you to hold my city safe. Also I need some to patrol the city. Give people hope and a sense of security. Show them that there are still cauldron mages fighting as long as they are breathing."

Her words made the faces of all the mages here flash with determination.

"See?" Amera couldn't help but chuckle, "I told you she knows what to do."

"Speaking about is something different than doing it," Doaf slowly said, "I don't want to look pessimistic, but it's not the war that made people lose hope."

Arthur knew what he was referring to. The dispute over the power between Aemie and her aunt was the real problem. In fact it wasn't a simple problem that could be solved with a few marches in the street.

"Have more hope in her, please," Amera said in a low tone while Aemie turned her attention to her large and elite group of mages.

"Let's go," she said.

"Won't we wait for Admir?" one of the mages asked in a strange way.

"He will take a long time until coming here," Aemie said, "we have no time to waste."

She determinedly walked towards the giant gate. Everywhere she moved, the mages stepped aside and didn't stand in her way.

"Kill the bitch!" until one sudden shout erupted while the group was in the heart of this army. All of sudden chaos erupted and attacks flashed.

No one could tell who was on which side now. Chaos was so intense that even Arthur, Amera, and Doaf who were at the rear couldn't tell whom to attack.

"All my loyal mages… Retreat now!" Yet the next shout from Aemie came just in time to solve this problem.

Her simple shout made a large number of mages step back, leaving only a handful of hundreds fighting with her men, trying to get to her.

And at this precise moment she started to move.

Before this she stood silently watching. Her face was calm and cold, as if she wasn't fazed by what just happened.

"Let's help," Amera didn't hesitate to take out her spear and start a spree of killing.

"Hell yeah I miss such fights," Doaf moved as well while Arthur kept his stance. He silently watched Aemie's move and her pattern of attack.

She didn't move valiantly like others, instead she kept herself confined to a small area without trespassing it.

Anyone of those traitors moved so near, she would act without hesitation to kill him or her.

As for the rest of the fight, her entire group of hundreds were more than enough to kill those traitors in less than ten minutes.

However there was something else that attracted Arthur's attention. From far he spotted some strange movements that made him realize this wasn't far from being over.

"We are surrounded," he shouted while pointing at the far distance, "more are coming."

"That suits me," Aemie seemed not so surprised by what he said, "listen up, all of the mages here form a line before my group. As for my mages, lead the army to smash everything in your way."

Arthur was surprised by her arrangement. "Does she plan on sweeping the city like this?" he couldn't help but ask yet Amera and Doaf didn't have the answer to that.

In a few minutes the thousands of mages standing around were aligned in a few lines before Aemie and her mages. "Move out now," she didn't hesitate to give this order in cold blood while watching the streets around being blocked by many mages.

"This won't end well," Arthur wasn't that experienced in dealing with such a crisis, yet his hunch told him already this was a bad idea.

Yet he didn't have the means to stop the inevitable. As long as there were traitors showing up their faces around, it would seem impossible for them to leave.

"They are trying to hinder us," Arthur finally saw through their plan, "we must leave now."

"We can't," Amera said, "or we don't have this luxury to begin with."

Doaf was about to speak before a bird's wing appeared suddenly in front of him. "They are near," he suddenly said, "but the streets are all swarming with traitors. They can't reach us."

Arthur turned around and from his place he could spot another giant gate at the east. "Tell them to go this way," he hurriedly pointed towards the direction of the gate before starting to run.

"But…" Amera was about to speak when she noticed the direction he was running towards.

He wasn't running towards the gate, but towards Aemie.

"I know," just before he could reach her she shouted, "do whatever it takes and leave here as fast as possible."

Her firm and cold eyes told him how grave this mess was. She also knew what this implied and still she couldn't walk away from this trap.

Arthur could only sympathise with her with a nod. He knew if she left, the city would be entirely lost alongside the trust of her mages and army.

And such results couldn't be accepted.

"Finish what you have to do and then come to find me," he took out a group of bird's wings and threw them to her. In return she did the same and threw some back to him.

"Keep in touch," she stressed, "and don't trust anyone."

"I know," he said before turning around and moving.