The four guards were blasted in varying directions as the thunderclap exploded in their ears.
Kohl's pace slowed to match with Hachen's, but his blood lust still raged ahead. He relaxed his grip and his shoulders now, though, seeing that no more enemies stood in their path to the portcullis.
Speaking of which, the mighty gate had finally been lowered, but now a gaping burning hole sat at it's belly from where the bolt of magic had raced past the guards and clashed with the metal barrier. As far as the heroes could tell their path to freedom was clear.