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Rasrik and Valos.
As the Shades and Shadow Casters closed in upon Cinder Rasrik reigned Valos into a dive, coming up from behind and driving hard as Valos poured a stream of Arcane energy upon them. Valos passed, choking off the attack to avoid striking Cinder, and flitted just a moment before landing near Voa, yet Rasrik wasn't on the Black One's back. Right as they had passed over Ras had slid from his saddle to roll across the ground and close in behind the Shadow Casters. If magic wasn't going to stop them then good old fashioned sword play would have to do.
The first met his end as he turned, catching Rasrik's blade along his midsection as Ras pulled it across with ease. A step to the side and the sword was brought down across the falling man's spine, vanquishing him before he even hit the ground. Ras took just a moment to get his battlefield awareness about him; there were four more Casters in front of him, the Shades being closer to Cinder, who was at the least fifty paces away. Four Casters, I've got this. As Ras pushed forward he reached out, clawing at the Casters until he felt his hooks sink into their presence.
His step quickened, driving him towards the Casters as he split, sending dopplegangers out at each one. The trickery seemed to work, the Casters taken off guard as they tried to dodge or block the incoming attacks, allowing Ras to close in and pummel the first with his sword's spiked pommel, the crunch sounding dull and hollow as the body fell aside. Ras could feel the slight relief as one less mind was unclouded, returning some of his strength now that he only had to focus on clouding three minds instead of four. This looks hopeless. But, I've seen hopeless before.