Call upon your reinforcements.

Standing firmly as a statue, with a deep blue robe which billows in the wind, is a short but stout man grasping a short, steel staff covered from top to bottom in intricate symbols. A hood covers much of his long, black hair, though his mighty beard is fully seen, especially the three golden bands which decorate the braids. Lord Bulrak has made his appearance--the dwarven geomancer and a chairman of the Circle of the Unicorn. Like a whip, he swings the staff down towards the ground, and as he does, the symbols comes to life with a fiery red glow. It crashes against the soil before his feet, and not only do you feel the earth tremble, but an explosive sound draws everyone's eye in his direction. "We've come to put an end to this war," his voice booms. "Stand down, or fall to the wrath of stone."

"Ooh, that's so awesome!" shouts Bek from a distance away.

A second figure emerges from behind him, however--one somehow both lackadaisical and elegant. The woman who comes into view is gorgeous. Long, golden hair runs down from her head, with bangs that completely cover one of her eyes, and on top is a pair of tall fox-like ears with fluffy white tips. At the end of delicate fingers are sharp yet perfectly manicured nails painted red, which matches the bright kimono she barely wears over her slender figure--one more like Amara, at least compared to a certain other kitsune you know who also dresses this way. The clothing has been draped loosely on her body, yet it somehow covers her regardless. Her toenails have been painted as well, and each foot rests upon beautiful sandals. As she walks, it's almost as if a cloud of golden mist follow in her wake--nine floofy tails, each tipped white. While some may make assumptions based on how she dresses, it isn't laziness you feel. It's a mixture of apathy and overwhelming confidence. Just when you needed it most, two chairmen of the Circle have arrived. Lady Okawa's calculating gaze inspects the encounter in silence. As a master conjurer, there's no telling what she may do.

"... The Circle. But why?" comes Lord Vraelion's deep, reverberating voice, though now with confusion. "Have you betrayed Tivera?"

"Don't act so righteous," Bulrak growls. "I know you're not here to be the hero, to save the Empire from the Demon King. Is that demon summoners amongst your numbers? And feral monsters too? I'd tell the king about this, but I have a feeling he already knows. You ask if the Circle has betrayed Tivera. No! The Circle does as it pleases, especially when it's Tivera itself that is the betrayer!"

A snarl slowly grows into a devastating roar as the dragon becomes more enraged by the second. He turns his attention away from you momentarily, and slams his claws down against the grown. Not only does the earth beneath him shatter, but the shockwave continues forwards. "Cone of Sundering!" It sounds like a serious of explosions going off. Everything in front of him shatters to piece. The ground sinks, and chunks of soil and stone fly in every direction. Though as it comes, both Bulrak and Okawa don't budge. The dwarf grasps his staff with both hands and drives it into the ground. The symbols flash, and as the shockwave comes towards them, it pivots around and continues on behind, leaving the segment of soil beneath their feet untouched. The spell doesn't stop until it collides with the far wall. It begins to crack. From that alone, he nearly blew a hole straight through the tall, dark stone walls of Castle Phoenix.

"Weak," Bulrak mocks. "I'll show you how it's done. Stalagmite!" His final word echoes out across the entire battlefield. Mana runs up from his body and to the end of his staff, and with another crack against the soil beneath him, magic rushes through the ground towards Lord Vraelion in a similar manner. It reaches its target quickly, and when it does, the earth in front of the dragon explodes upwards. A massive spike of solid stone jets up and into Lord Vraelion's jaw.

The dragon stumbles backwards after the uppercut, barely able to maintain his focus as his mind spins.

"Are you here to help, Lady Okawa, or just watch?" the dwarf asks under his breath.

"As rude as always," she finally speaks. Her sandals tap against the ground as she slowly makes her way forwards, up to where the dragon's spell sundered the earth. She then raises both of her hands upwards, and by some power beyond anyone's understanding, her loose kimono remains on her body. Whisps of magic dance along her fair skin, and once the mana manifests within her hands, a glowing circle draws itself a distance in front of her. "Summon... Winter Wolves!"

Two creatures appear within the circle, each with snow-white fur and a visible, chilly mist around them. They look like wolves, though far larger than any you've ever seen, and with fur like ice. They bark and growl, and as they do, the air around them freezes enough to where snowflakes collect and fall around their paws.

"Attack, my beasts!" Lady Okawa orders with a finger pointed forwards

The second she does, both winter wolves bolt into action with terrifying ferocity. The first immediately locks its jaw around Lord Vraelion's front right arm, and the other goes for the throat, though narrowly misses. It immediately puts Lord Vraelion on the defensive.

Meanwhile, the head of the demon summoners is having troubles of his own. With Delphi's magical bands around his throat, he can barely focus on the concentration of his spell. The mana which flows between Dajy and her own within his grasp trembles. Then with a **** gasp, the spell snaps like a broken string as the horn clatters to the ground at his feet. The mage thinks fast. He knows that if Dajy can recover, he's already dead. Quicky, he pivots on his heel and throws both hands upwards towards the pixie above. With vitriol in his voice, he growls out the magic words, "Shadow Orb!" as a crackling, dark magic manifests around his gnarled fingernails.

Just as the the ball of darkness hurls towards Delphi, she severs the grappling bands of magic, liberating her enemy, though allowing her to narrowly dodge the attack. It detonates behind her, causing her to tumble out of control in the air, though she was thankfully spared the damage it would have caused if she were hit directly.

As he turns back to face Mistress Dajy once more, he does so, but not in a way he had hoped. He reaches down to pick up the horn, though is met with a heel down against it. His eyes peer back up with fear in his eyes as the high succubus' threatening visage peers down at him with crimson eyes. He shrinks in her shadow.

"Only one man has managed to control me with magic before now," she says quietly, though her words sting like the bite of a snake. "He's dead now."

He tries to speak with a timid, "You--"

However, he chokes on her hand grasping his throat. With her other, she shows the sharpness of her nails.

You turn away right before the sound of his scream.

"Lady Okawa and Lord Bulrak, thank you! But can you hold him off, and help Malakae fight her cousins too? I need to check on the others quickly. There's a threat on the roof, and I can use some handy magic to check on the Throne Room at the same time."

Lord Vraelion, in a **** attempt to escape the two wolves as well as another earthen **** by the dwarf, he causes an explosion of wind by the might of his wings before taking off into the air once again.

"Aye, make sure we don't get pincered," Bulrak calls out.

"A wise maneuver, and to be frank, I've often desired to take Vraelion down a few pegs." Okawa turns her gaze to you from across the battlefield. She touches her fingernails to her cheek and watches you closely. "Go."