Flight of Traitors

"If you won't grant justice, then I will." Michae states, beginning to scan the area with his eyes to see the best path of attack.

Wales readies his wand, "Do not force my hand. I may not have completely covered, but I am still royalty, do you truly wish to face a Hexagon ranked Mage?" he asks, "I will allow you mercy, leave with the Elf and I will not have you persued... If you continue your actions though, you will become our enemy."

Michael growls and looks around, seeing that everyone, even Agnes and her Muskateer Knights were readying themselves to fight him. "Anyone who doesn't want to die, leave now." he states, glaring at Julien and the other loyalists he'd fought beside, not wanting to kill them without giving them a chance. Unfortunately, none seem willing to disobey their Prince, leaving him having to fight them.

"You asked for it." he says, thrusting his hand out towards Wales while chanting, "Hex, Shock!"

The Prince transforms into a chicken with a puff of smoke, but is released from it almost immediately after, faster than what happened to Wardes, most likely due to his magical strength. But Michael had been anticipating this, continuing and Blink Striking behind Baron Jargkon and attempting to behead him... Only for a sharp gust of wind to throw him clean off of his feet and into the air.

Prince Wales had easily recovered from his transformation and wordlessly controlled the elements to defend the Baron, the force of the attack throwing Michael many meters until he slams into the palace walls with a hard *Crack!*. "Surrender, now!" he demands, but is taken off guards as a flash of light shoots towards him.

Tiffania had tried to cast Erase at the Prince, but one of his retainers had jumped in the way, taking the spell which removes the entire day's memory from his mind. This also, unfortunately, draws the loyalists' attention towards her, Agnes and her troops all taking aim and going to fire at her.

Michael gets up from the ground while wincing at his couple of broken ribs, casting Serpent Wards around the Musketeer Knights to protect Tiffania. Some bullets instantly collide with two snakes and instantly dispel them, but the rest begin shooting Flame Darts at them.

The Musketeer Knights duck and dodge under the darts, but a few are hit by the, getting heavily injured in the process. Unfortunately, muskets seem to be the most powerful counter against said spell, as it only takes a couple musket balls to take each of them down. Despite how quickly they were getting taken out though, it gives Michael enough time to Pounce over to Tiffania and defends her against a charging loyalist, cutting the man's arm off before he's able to hit her.

"Erase!" she exclaims while hurriedly stepping back, blasting another charging man and accidentally rendering him an invalid. The first few deaths of the fight escalate the situation further, angering Prince Wales enough for him to start using deadly spells...

Michael picks Tiffania up and tries to avoid the wide range of air spells, but takes numerous wounds while he's at it, his armour barely even protecting him against such attacks. He's forced to use Shadow Dance to heal and give them a better chance at dodging, but it'd only buy the duo a couple seconds against the onslaught...

Michael thought he was strong enough to fight them, and he might have been, had he not been forced to protect Tiffania while he was at it.

Fortunately, while everyone's attention was on the duo surrounded in black smoke, they were unaware of the other threat slowly walking towards the Baron...

"AARRGH!" the Baron suddenly screams as a blade forces itself through his back, into his heart, and out the front of his chest so that he could see it.

Everyone turns and gapes as they see the one-eyed Ralf Kaliker remove the Baron from his blade, he spits on the corpse and sends a small nod towards Michael and Tiffania.

"S-sir Ralf!? Why?" Julien exclaims, surprised that the man would do such a dishonourable thing.

Ralf flicks the blood from his sword, "Because I witnessed this man's crimes, and saw that the Prince's justice isn't justice at all." he locks eyes with Prince Wales, "Your actions match the likes of Cromwell, not someone I'm willing to serve." he states, waving his wand-sword and blasting a wide-range fire spell at the group.

Prince Wales easily dispels it, but it's only a distraction as Ralf had sprinted towards Michael and Tiffania while whistling, bringing his Dragon familiar from the sky. "Stop them!" he hurriedly exclaims, not wanting to start the rebellion-free Albion with the unpunished death of someone who willingly submitted.

Ralf continues blasting plumes of smoke and fire behind him to impede the loyalists, block musket balls, and temporarily blind them. "Come! Quickly!" he shouts at Michael and Tiffania, the former quickly carrying the elf towards where the Dragon was landing.

"Hex! Hex! Hex! Hex!" he rapidly casts, turning the nearest men into chickens to buy more time for them. One of Prince Wales' spells cuts deeply into his back, shredding his armour and almost severing his spine in one go, but he grits his teeth and ignores the pain and continues to run.

Eventually the trio reach the landed dragon, Ralf leaping onto its neck while Michael and Tiffania hold onto the back of its saddle. It breathes hot fire towards the loyalists as it flaps its wings, causing their pursuers to halt and leap for cover.

When the smoke clears, Ralf, Michael and Tiffania were gone. Leaving Wales and the loyalists sitting in the middle of an utterly destroyed city with frustrated and reluctant expressions... They couldn't even give chase as all the other dragons were dead, restrained, or still going berserk around the city.