Michael was blinded as the fireball hit Rein and almost immediately after that first one hit, Ollie released his own. This time he was able to hit a solid concentration of the mercenaries who started to scatter in confusion from the two blasts in their midst in quick succession.Michael charged after the second fireball, even as he heard Pyotr and Davi yelling for him to retreat. He leapt over a dazed dwarf, kicking him into a patch of flame as he moved forward. A human merc tried to stab at him with a sword, but went wide and the blade bounced off the edges of Michael’s armor. He smashed the man’s face in with his mace before pushing even closer to where he saw Rein take the hit from the fireball.He saw a knight kneeled over, holding something in the midst of the flames, his silver armor mad black by smoke and flame.A mercenary was about to drive his spear into the knight’s back, but Michael crashed into him with his shield at full speed, slamming his mace down a half dozen times until he stayed still. He moved to the knight, realizing from the hide peeking from his armor that it was Tain.“Tain! Did your brother survive? Where is he?”Tain turned around and Michael realized he was holding a single gauntleted hand, white bone and burnt flesh peering over the edge of it. “Penitent… bring him back.”He looked at the hand gritting his teeth. “I can’t.”Tain stood and grabbed the sides of Michael's helmet squeezing with enough strength to start collapsing the metal.“BRING HIM BACK!” spit flew out of his faceguard and oozed from the slits in it.Michael dropped his shield and mace, grabbing Tain’s hands and forcing them away. He could see a few soldiers approaching through the smoke and fire.“I CAN’T! If I could I would. You think he’d want you to die too? He died for you. Get fucking moving!” He smashed a fist into the side of Tain’s head, and drew his sword to catch the blade of a merc that had (...)