Zacheus/Theo/Cy/eventually Cormac
It seemed like luck was on his side. He gave each of the new arrivals an appreciative nod — Theo he recognized, but the mage was unfamiliar to him. “You have my gratitude,” he replied before turning his attention back to the fight.
He let loose arrow after arrow at the advancing revenants, trying not to grimace at their grisly appearance or gag at the smell of their undead flesh. With the mage’s Bravery coursing through his veins, he watched the majority of the arrows struck true with more force than usual. It still wasn’t enough to stop them altogether, but they were now moving at a much slower pace — they would be quick and easy work for Theodore.
Something hovering above the oncoming horde caught his attention and he let out a swear just as it slung Lightning in his direction. Mages. As if the knights weren’t enough. Archers were known for their agility and Zacheus was no exception, but he wasn’t quick enough to dodge the spell. He let out a yell of pain as he staggered, but he didn’t fall.
Instead, he quickly whipped his bow around, took aim at the mage, and released another arrow.