Sarva shakes her head. "No. No, I swear it." She calls out to Miroslava, who casually hands her a bottle of spirits, clearly not all that concerned about Angelo's fate. The monk feels his vision going blurry, before he's dragged back to reality by a sharp pain, as the succubus pours the hard liquor over his wounds.
A little surprised that she could do that, Larisa was impressed and a little in awe of how that pig monster was treating this like a nuisance. At this point though, the battle had changed mostly to their favour. Larisa thought on it for a few moments and then ruled that she should bow out before she gets killed. The best she could think to do was decay curse one of the knights weapons to render it brittle and fragile, doing what she could to support, but slowly edging away and gathering her distance to take herself out of the fight.
Angelo winced in pain again, with the spirits stinging his open wounds. The monk tried to stay conscious, as Sarva tended to his wounds.
Jaroslaw leads Ophelia and Benacio up onto the battlements, where they can see a horde of demons and knights, moving like ants as they ransack the village. By counting their feet and dividing, an old trick they were taught by their master at arms back in Germany, Ophelia determines that there's at least 100 enemy combatants. Jaroslaw says "We have 15 men at arms within the castle." He points to a group of crossbowmen on the battlements, who bow their heads to Ophelia. "We also have 8 of these crossbowmen. We're well armed here. As for magic users, I'm afraid that we have none. There are some in the Inquisitor camp, just out of sight, but I don't know what they're doing. They could be marching here to relieve us, or they could be wiped out."
"How exciting!" The girl beams. "Of course, you're free to take the book, just give me your name." She writes it down on a parchment. The book itself is disappointing. It gives very little more information than what the girl had said.
The priest nods. "I suppose, though he can't be a demigod. There is only the one true God. He must be some sort of demon that the ignorant pagans mistook for something divine." Eva gives the priest a dry look. The priest looks up at Mszczuj. "My name if Father Jokubas, sir. I can make various remedies and healing tonics from plants, but no, I'm not a fighter."
As she runs, her lover picks up one of the knights and tosses him at the rocks above the cave. He falls to the ground in front of her, dead. Larisa enters the cave to see the white haired succubus desperately trying to heal a wounded Angelo.
Ophelia frowned as she saw what was going on in the village and listened to Jaroslaw. That's not good. “Trying to go out and attack the enemies or help any survivors that might be left is suicide – the difference in numbers is too great, we'll get quickly overrun. I guess we have no choice but to hole up and wait for help to arrive, or for the enemies to make a move... hopefully the former and not the latter. Unless someone has any suggestions?” She looked at Benacio and Jaroslaw. “By the way, how are out supplies? In case the enemies decide to try and siege the castle...”
Mszczuj nod. "Alright, we will keept you away from fight them. I'm sure you will find intresting in sharing knowlege with our medic Eva." He said and look at sun. "I will not stop you now, father Jokubas. We will leave tomorow morning, so you have time to say goodbay to friends, pack your bags and anything you want. I hope for effective work tougether."
"That is our saving grace, madam. Our larders are full, and we have enough supplies to hold for weeks, at least."
Mszczuj chuckled. "The same thing I can say about pagans. We both have perfect members of our faith... And members who are less worthy."
As Larisa has to come back, the first thing shown on her face is that she clearly isn’t proud of herself for doing it. First giving a look to Miroslava. “I killed a couple, but the scale of this fight is more than I can do. I can’t be much good anywhere if I’m dead.” Larisa then took a look at the inquisitor with some concern. It looked pretty bad. Healing wasn’t something she was much good at doing either, but she took a look to her aunt, who she didn’t doubt probably was capable of more than the young witch was. “Would it be possible to invigorate his life force by draining it from somewhere else?” Larisa took a look at Angelo cautiously wondering what his reaction would be to the suggestion, though she considered his options as limited. Sacrificing blood to absorb it was another boundary being crossed, but another necessary one if she wanted him to survive. She looked at Miroslava with curiosity. By herself, such spells probably would be beyond her current reach, but she could at least add in her own magic to assist someone who could.
"Less worthy? That's a bit harsh." She grins. "The priest seems kind of dumb, but he didn't strike me as a bad person."
“Well, let us hope that we won't need to do so.” Ophelia sighed as she took another look at what was happening in the village. (I'm a little busy right now, so I might be unable to answer to any new posts for some time. Fortunately Ophelia is not in the middle of things.)
Mszczuj hug her from behind. "Yes, noble said about him as priest from biscup court, so he must know something about politics and kingdoms. I think after few days in our squad, he will get along with everyone."
