630 Need a hand?

The Prospects weren't omniscient though, many falling to blows from soldiers behind them causing them to burst into particles upon death. The Kaedweni numbers were simply overwhelmingly large compared to Ichor's forces, and while they weren't gaining ground due to the dead Prospects simply running back into battle after respawning, it did put a lot of strain on the auxiliary forces like the Pyromancer, Scoia'tael and others.

Seeing that the Dragons could be handled by the others, Ciri blinked between a group of enemy infantry, channeling an ability for a moment before disappearing in a turquoise flash, her reappearing next to the many enemies in the next moment to deliver a strike from her sword Seath.

Groans of pain and shouts of death are the only thing audible to her until her technique ends, her sword dripping with blood. She channels energy into Seath and spins while slashing at the advancing soldiers behind her, releasing a blade made of pure magic from her sword which cuts down a large swath of them.

However, despite how many she'd killed, more advance, she ignites her Pyromancy flame and sweeps it in-front of her, covering the floor in dark red flames to prevent them from coming any closer. After stopping their charge she decides to test out her new spell, quickly conjuring the ball of Elder Blood Magic in her hand and throwing it through the fire.

The soldiers on the other side are confused she a ball of turquoise light passes through a few of them, it stops inside a fat man and instantly causes him body to implode and compress into a lump of flash and steel, others standing nearby being pulled towards him to meet a similar fate. An area soon forms around the writhing mass of turquoise, steel and bloody flesh, no one daring to step near it... Until, eventually... *BANG!*

It explodes, shooting out everything sucked within back out, remnants of the armour and weaponry of the soldiers becoming lethal shrapnel that impales the other infantry. The lucky ones only being stuck in the face but bloody chunks of flesh of their former comrades, at most knocking them unconscious.

Everyone who survives the explosion is completely painted red, most gagging at the putrid smell of blood, guts, and death. The general behind them in a state of shock but still managing to order them to charge.

Ciri who'd been watching grimaces, "Yen was right, that was disgusting." she mutters, blinking away to assist others having trouble in the battle.

Nerissa had also joined the battle, her short stature allowing her to slip between her allies and penetrate the front-lines. A soldier hesitates at striking her, something she uses to her advantage by severing his arm and crystallising the blood in his veins making him look like a ruby porcupine. She grabs one of the new large spines protruding from his form and throws him into his allies, killing most who're hit.

Once done she coalesces the mist into daggers with which she throws haphazardly into the large crowd, probably killing or at least injuring a few.

A large man attempts to grab her from behind but finds the child stronger than he, having his arms easily broken in her grip before having his neck twisted 180 degrees with a flick kick.

"DIE HUMANS!" Undyne shouts as she conjures spears and shoots them towards the infantry like a machine gun, killing them due to the soul shock they receive alone.

Geralt had entered the battle once Ciri had, deflecting two blows, disarming one before cutting them all down in one clean strike.

Lambert "Makes you wonder, doesn't IT!" says, blocking a blow and stabbing the offending person.

Geralt "Wonder what!?!" he asks, casting a strong Aard at a few charging him, knocking them to the ground and leaving them vulnerable to the nearby Prospects .

Lambert "If we'd killed more humans or monsters!" he shouts, his sword cutting deeply into a man's arm before he kicks him in the chest.

Eskel is thrown between them onto the floor by a larger soldier wielding an axe, Lambert looks over his shoulder and asks, "Looks like you need some help Eskel!?!"

Eskel growls, "No, thank, YOU!" he grunts, throwing dirt in the man's eyes while hitting him over the head with his pommel. Stabbing him in the throat while he's disoriented.

Suddenly a familiar figure barges in to the battle, his titanate infused steel blade cutting deeply into a soldiers chest as he kicks them off. Another uses the opportunity to cut down at them, but are shocked to find them blocking the strike with their left arm...

*CLANK!*

Arie "This is for stealing my fucking arm!" he shouts, stabbing the dagger-like fingers into the man's face, destroying their eyes, cheeks, nose and jaw.

He retrieves his new arm from the man's skull, admiring the sleek, silver design of it and how easy it is to move compared to his old silver arm.

Lambert "Holy shit!" he shouts, Arie looking pretty fucking scary right now.

Arie "What? Never seen someone get stabbed in the face before?"

Eskel "Arie, nice to see you stopped bitching about your arm." he says with a chuckle.

Arie "Fuck you, go have your arm cut off and let's see you not bitch about it!" he shouts while grabbing a swinging sword out of the air and twisting his hand, snapping it and using it to return the strike.