138 Thunder

Morning dawned to the sight of Wolfe sitting in the parapet of a newly constructed keep, tossing volleys of [Fire Bolts] between approaching undead swarms and the barrier.

"What exactly are you doing?" Cassie asked, joining him on the roof of the keep.

"It's Wolfe speak for 'keep off my lawn.' See how they change directions when the spell hits the ground? You might need to use a sensory spell to enhance your vision enough to see it clearly, but the general situation should be clear enough." He replied, sending another three dozen [Firebolts] out to keep the undead moving away from their position.

"Let me rephrase. Why are you herding the undead to the Main lines?"

"Isn't that the job of the flanks? I'm more than a lazy mana battery, after all." He teased the slender brunette.

"You know we didn't mean it like that." Cassie laughed, then gave him a hug from behind before continuing.