[IRP] The First of Many

[Breadophile]

Kalin looked over. I don't recall that guy's armor being black before.

Deciding that the three below her had sufficiently less burn marks and were being attacked by sufficiently less angry dudes with swords and axes than the man in the armor, she elected to help him first.

"Sweet Elimine, you're a grown man. I shouldn't have to babysit you." Kalin said as she flew towards their location, hoping to attract the bandit's attention.

"Hiyah!"

With her incredible reach combined with the speed of the pegasus, she jabbed the would-be attacker in the face with the butt of her lance, sending him back in a daze. He would be none too happy when he regained his composure in a couple seconds. She considered what to do next, coming to the conclusion that simply jabbing him again would do the trick.

At the same time however, she had to deal with the meteor tome. The entire town could die just because of that. With just 12 or so attackers, at least the town stood a fighting chance on their own without the tome. With it, however, chances looked bleak. Fortunately for the town, they had a team of Elibe's Finest on their side to offset the difference. Only slightly though, since none of her other would-be allies looked like they take a blast from the tome, life-saving antics aside. But if she could eliminate that distraction the others could easily clean up.

She had an idea. Figuring that it was the berserk blonde woman's vocal cords that attracted the hit, Kalin could simply attract the meteor tome's blasts to herself and lance them out of the sky. At least, for a little while. And as long as the archers were out of range, she could bait both the tome and distract the troops below.

However, the blonde woman's vocal cords were on another level. Kalin, despite also being female, couldn't hope to match them. She gave it her best shot anyway.

"HEY LOSERS! THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME!? I HOLD A LEGENDARY SWORD, BUT I DON'T NEED IT TO FUCK. YOU. GUYS. UP."

She wasn't sure he could even hear her, being all the way outside the gate, but at least the troops below could. With any luck, at least some of the bandits would be dumb enough to concentrate their efforts on the Ilian knight 10 feet in the air instead of her somewhat-weakened allies. They wouldn't stand a chance against her range.

She then deftly tossed down a vulnerary, conking the knight in the head.
"That's my last one, make it count. It's enough for 3 people, but it can be stretched out, so throw it to the group behind you when you're done."