Karana
The three creations marched mechanically towards us from across the road, creaking and shuddering from age and rust build up.
This should be easy enough... I thought, forming a fireball in both of my palms. "Warren? Are you ready?"
"Uh..." he stammered. That made my heart flutter. Was he even able to use magic due to his drunkenness? "I can't...I can't use magic!"
I growled. Damn! This is perfect! I'll have to do this myself. I would have to keep the husks away from the others; they would be helpless against the foes. Annoyed at our situation, I feinted an attack and threw the both fireballs at the least expected target, the force of the combined attack knocking it away from me temporarily.
When the smoke from my spell disappated, blackened, molten indentions lay in the surface of the ancient metal where my fire had struck.
"This will take too long! If only Warren wasn't drunk!" I scoffed under my breath, preparing a stronger attack.
