Facing the soldiers closing in around them, Lola slowly stepped forward.
Kaldira was chanting a spell, preparing for one last stand, when he saw the weapons in those soldiers' hands melt in an instant, turning into drops of molten iron that fell to the ground. Cries of alarm and screams rose without end.
Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, Viswo ordered the cavalry to charge on horseback. But after only a few steps, the warhorses seemed to sense some terrifying presence; their legs went weak, and they all collapsed to the ground, frightened into pissing and shitting themselves.
Viswo was also thrown from his mount, but he had some skill after all and steadied himself with a sideways roll.
All of a sudden, a pile of sticky stuff flew onto his face and plastered it completely. A vile stench drilled straight into his nostrils. Viswo froze for a moment before realizing what covered his face. He frantically clawed it away, only to feel his stomach churn like rivers and seas overturning. With a "Bleurgh!" he began to vomit.
The onlookers were all shocked. Not only had this woman defeated the defense squad soldiers, she had actually covered Viswo's face in "fresh" horse manure!
Even more people, disgusted by Viswo's usual misdeeds, burst into laughter.
Viswo had grown up beneath the glory and halo of his family. When had he ever suffered such humiliation, especially before such a huge crowd? Every mocking laugh was like a sharp blade stabbing into his chest.
Overwhelmed by shame, fury, and rage, Viswo lost his reason. A scroll appeared in his hand, and without a second thought, he activated it and hurled it ahead.
The instant the scroll appeared, the temperature nearby soared. Several mages among the onlookers instinctively sensed the warning of