The Men of Darkness

Tenever didn't hesitate as muzzle flare lit up the surrounding trees. He threw a hand straight forward over the barrel of his weapon, his mind searching for familiar strands of reality to pluck at. His fist opened and a flash of prismatic light erupted into dozens of scintillating bolts, each seeking and punching through one of the wraiths.

Astarlane was far less subtle. From her hand spilled an arc of searing fire that scythed forth through wraith and foliage alike, cutting a swathe into the enemes ahead. Under their combined assault dozens of wraiths vaporised, but there were dozens more to take their place - materialising, it seemed, straight out of the mist.

Sadie and the elf directed their fire to cut a way forwards, slowly advancing towards a wrecked armored vehicle that promised cover and partial safety. Tenever and Astarlane held the back line with rapid semi-automatic fire and searing blasts of arcane energy.