"What kind of magic-" But before he could finish his sentence, she was gone. "...Eh. I can ask later," Akallas muttered before he turned to the rest of the thugs.
"Well, what are you waiting for?! Go make me money!"
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On the other side of the city, a group of soldiers and a nobleman entered the city with their weapons raised up. They had seen their city catch fire, so they had rushed back there as fast as possible.
"Raiders!" one of the civilian militia shouted from a top of a roof where he had been shooting his crossbow bolts from when he saw the soldiers and nobleman. "They're raiding us, milor-"
A shot of magic arrow smashed into the militia's temple before crushing the entire cranium into a soup. The militiaman fell forward and landed on the ground, splattering his cranium soup everywhere.
The nobleman growled. "Get them out of my city!" he shouted.