Continue to observe Front B.

A ways to the east, a small yet mighty group of bugbears have made their way into the city, led by a heavily armoured hobgoblin who drags a crude sword along the stone behind him, caring not for the damage it may do to the weapon. From what little flesh is seen, he has sharp tusks and brownish red flesh covered in scars. The bugbears are lanky and covered in matted fur, though despite their lack of intelligence, they have deadly physical strength. Up ahead, the leader spots a helpless woman who seems to have sprained her ankle. She wears a crop-top and a miniskirt, and by how she's resting on her side, looking up that skirt, it's quite obvious her favourite colour is pink.

The poor woman fidgets in place, nudging her chest together as she squirms helplessly. "Nooo, stay away~!" she cries. "P-Please don't take my bag full of gold coins, or m-my body. Anything but my body! I think I broke something, so I couldn't move if someone tried something. It would be so terrible!"

The hobgoblin grins wide. With a snort from his wide nostrils, he leads his men down the street with careless abandon. "Woman!" He snickers. "We're in luck, boys."

"No, no!" she screams. "Wh-What a terrible day to forget to wear a bra too~!"

The hobgoblin basically has hearts in his eyes as he turns a march into a run. He licks his lips, sprinting towards the helpless commoner, not at all realizing the trap he's about to spring. The second he steps his foot down near where she lays, he's given only a second of confusion at the sight of her body clipping through the ground. A stalagmite jets up from the street, and the cobblestone hits him so hard in the chin and upper chest that it dents his armour, and it sends him tumbling back into his bugbear army. The loud clank sound proves to be too much for a certain someone watching to hold back laughter any longer.

From a nearby roof, Candy bursts out into hysterics. She falls onto her back and cackles loudly. "Aahh, I c-can't... That was the funniest thing--" She snorts.

Next to her is Drev Barkis. "There were many other ways I could have taken him out from the shadows with my magic. I feel as if the illusion wasn't necessary, and was perhaps in rather poor taste."

She leaps to her feet and smacks the old man on the back. "Have a sense of humour. Did you see that? He got so horny, and then BONK!" She squeezes her nose to emphasize the sound.

"Well, allow me to make the next move. Ms. Cane, you should head north. I believe I can see smoke rising from that direction. Leave these monsters to me."

"So what you're saying is I'll have free rein to do whatever I'd like, because I'll be unsupervised."

"You're not a child, Ms. Cane. Do try and at least save everybody while you have your fun."

"Can do!" She salutes with a grin before leaping off the back of the building to disappear.

Lord Barkis turns with a furled, bushy brow towards those who have recovered below. They look up at him with rage, but he's already brought his staff up to begin casting a spell. As one of the oldest chairmen of the Circle of the Unicorn, it's easy to underestimate him due to his feeble body, but with age comes wisdom, which is devastating when coming from a mage. His eyes glow, and mana rushes up his golden robe. Suddenly he thrusts the tip of his staff towards the street below and shouts, "Mass Confusion!"

The rush of magic enchants all of them in an instant. They close their eyes at first to shield themselves, but then they open them once more. As soon as they do, the bugbears roar with rage. They begin smashing each other with their clubs, much to the surprise of the hobgoblin in the front. One of his own nearly crushes in his helmet, but he dodges back before knocking the bugbear to the ground with a single punch.

"What did you do, wizard?!" the hobgoblin screeches. But he has little time to focus on the man above, when his own group has turned against him, as well as one another. To make matters even worse, an arrow lands straight through the gap between his breastplate and his helmet. He grasps at his throat as he chokes, and the last thing he sees when he turns his eyes up in the other direction is Thomas Whitham perched above.

"Need some help, Lord Barkis?" Tom asks from over the street.

"It would certainly speed things up," the old mage replies.