Sinbad

Well, this should've been enough time.

I know that my generals are running out of magoi, so I tell them to take out as many puppets in the hallway as possible in one attack.

Spartos' lance and Sharrkan's sword carve a clean path through the puppets, while Hinahoho and Masrur blast them away.

"Spirit of Rule and Submission, dwell in my body. Come forth, Focalor!" With a wave of my arm, I blast a hole in the wall beside us and whisk the four of them out of the tower. Pale limbs are already rising from the pools of blood behind us. "So you're running away, aren't you? Sindria is surrounded by magicians. You won't get away," says a distorted, guttural voice from among the puppets.

"No. You won't get away," I smirk.

For standing on the edge of a garden wall are two silhouettes. One of them aims a flaming arrow at the hole in the wall behind us. The light from the flames flickers and catches the red crescent around her unreadable (e/c) eyes for a brief second before the arrow leaves its bow.

(Y/n)

I concentrate as much magoi as I can into the arrow before I let it fly. The second it settles itself near one of the packets attached to the wall, the building explodes into angry orange flames and (f/c) light. Trees, grass, soil, and debris are blown away. Just as the garden wall begins to crumble under me, an arm wraps around my torso.

Together, Ja'far and I leap off the wall as it falls away. A sudden force knocks the breath out of us in midair. The explosion, I realise just before we tumble onto the roof of a nearby building.

Yamuraiha

My room shakes. Bottles of spells knock together on my shelves. What was that? An earthquake? No. The shaking stops after a few seconds, but I can't afford to find out what caused it.

"Master, the puppets...they're gone!" one of the magicians says. "Wha-" But his master doesn't get to finish his sentence as I send spears of ice shooting through his chest. "Master!" the two remaining magicians cry out. Screaming in fury, they send fireballs flying towards the shield...or at least try to. They dwindle into ash before they even reach my shield.

"Out of magoi, huh?" I mutter in between ragged breaths. I pull out my last magoi-storing device from my hair and shatter it against the floor. With my last burst of magoi, I make the shield release hot steam, burning any enemies still trying to enter the kingdom.