The group of Majikra muttered something indiscernible as their unconscious comrades rocketed toward them, a forcefield of black energy slowly coming into existence around their bodies; the pair struck the energy barrier, their bodies eradicated into ashes, which fell onto the now scorched ground of the Plain. Three of them darted forth; the first swinging a black wooden staff at Mazika's skull while the other launched bursts of black energy from their palms.
"I agree," he said firmly, glancing over at Enix. "But it's nigh impossible considering we're all here, and no-one else knows about this crusade."
He diverted his gaze strictly onto the attacking wizards and parried the armed one's attack, then vanishing in a plume of white smoke.
If you see me posting, it's because I've been asked to. Which I guess would mean I'm taking requests.