Ladder-Scheme

"YAARRREHAHAHGH!" a soldier screams as the ladder he was climbing splits in two and sends him plummeting backwards towards the ground below. Another ladder is thrown up in the same position however, and the Generals force more men up the same way despite them having just watched many others die in an attempt to climb the wall.

"YOU COWARDLY CUNTS! KEEP CLIMBING! IF YOU STOP I'LL PERSONALLY CUT YOU DOWN! KEEP GOING!" a Captain roars as he pushes a man up the ladder from below. Only for another blade of wind to whip past the ground, cutting through the captain's legs as well as the ladder. Sending them all falling from almost the top of the wall.

Osmond sniffs as a drop of sweat drips from his forehead, he'd been trying to protect both the North, East, and West sides of the Academy, but the soldiers just kept coming. He only had so much magical energy, and he even had to waste much of that breaking through enemy mage's shields to stop them from simply levitating soldiers onto the wall.

*Clack!*

A ladder is swung up to the wall just in front of him, and a soldier peaks his head over with bloodshot eyes, both the elderly Headmaster and the young man stare at each other for a moment before the former blasts fire in his face and kicks the flaming ladder down.

*Crash!*

Yet another fireball strikes the Academy shield next to Osmond, creating a large ripple that the people charging the shield had undoubtedly felt. Osmond truly didn't know how long they could last under this kind of assault... If only they had just marched towards him in one big group like lemmings, that would've been far easier to deal with.

His ears twitch as he hears a cheer towards the East, Osmond realising that some soldiers had successfully gotten onto the wall. He sweeps his staff and causes a large gust of wind to blow the group of soldiers clear off again, instantly killing them as they land.

"Motsognir, I suspect this will be the end for us." Osmond says to his mouse familiar that's sitting tucked in his robes for protection.

*Roooar!*

The call of a dragon causes Osmond to look over in preparation to deal with it, but he lets out a long sigh as he spots its blue scales. Young Tabitha had decided to help with her familiar apparently, and with Miss Zerbst along with her?

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Charlotte holds on tightly to Sylphid as she occasionally jabs and flicks her staff at the enemies below. Causing small blizzards to appear, freezing men and massively impeding their progress up the walls.

Kirche was also there, launching fireballs and burning any ladders she could see, while also helping Charlotte conjure shields to defend against any stray arrow that Sylphid hadn't noticed or been able to dodge.

With the duo flying out of the protection of the Academy's shield, they were now the main target for any archers and spell casters who'd been beating against the Academy futilely since the invasion started.

Still, despite the almost constant attack they were under, they were doing an incredible amount of work disrupting the enemy army's plans. Enough so that King Gramont was contemplating sending his own dragon knights after them.

"Tabitha! Mages below us!"

Charlotte nods, blasting a heavy stream of air to deflect the heavy stone spears that the Mages had fired at them. Said spears flying off in all directions, with some actually hitting soldiers from the army itself.

Kirche follows it up by conjuring boiling oil above the mages as they fly over, it gets blocked in the end but it manages to distract them from making any more attacks in the meantime.

*Thud!*

"Sqquueeaaarrrrk!" Sylphid yelps as some sort of wind blade punches into her side, leaving a deep gash and almost knocking her out of the air.

Charlotte inwardly scowls and looks over at where it'd come from, easily spotting the dragon knight flying above them and trying to cast yet more spells. "Wind Reave." she chants with silent fury, swinging her staff at the knight who'd hurt Sylphid and causing a massive sharp blade of wind to shoot towards him.

The man tries to manoeuvre his mount to avoid it, but Charlotte utilises her Wind Elemental control to change its trajectory mid-flight. Causing the blade to cut the dragon's tail clean off!

The beast roars and breathes fire randomly as its rider tries to get it back under control, but the loss of its tail makes it far more unstable than he was used to.

"This is for hurting Sylph!" Kirche shouts as she fires a spiralling spear of fire at the enemy, it hits the rider instead of the dragon, frying half of his body and sending him plummeting to the ground below like a flaming, fleshy meteorite.

Kirche grins at her handy work and looks at Charlotte, "We should land and let Sylphid recover."

Charlotte nods, not having any objections to such a tact. They land back in the courtyard as the other students watch, and just in time too, as many soldiers had finally gotten over the walls and were know running towards the central tower in an attempt to take control and destroy the shield covering the Academy.

This however, did mean that they'd have to go through the students first...

"You little punks just quietly sit there while we do our jobs! Or I'll fuckin cut you to pieces!" one slightly scorched-looking soldier says with his sword drawn, ignoring the fierce glares of the small army of familiars guarding their masters.

Montmorency shakes her hand and points her wand at the offending man, "I am Montmorency de Montmorency! I will not be threatened by some commoner!" she exclaims as she levitates the man and throws him into the nearby stone wall, easily knocking him unconscious.

And with that, yet more fighting breaks out.