Slashing through the brightening sky, the Raptors swooped down and glided towards the allied army. The machines had already fired all their cluster missiles but they had another deadly weapon in their arsenal. As they neared their target, their metal beaks opened to reveal quad barrel miniguns attached to the roof of their mouth.
“Shazzel Alaz Virel!”
Cynthia and her Charmcasters cast their shielding spells just in time to ward off the spray of bullets from the sky. The runes on Cynthia’s body glowed bright blue and her face reddened with anguish as she desperately tried to protect the troops from the strafing run.
As the rain of lead pelted their arcane shield, the young Charmcaster cried out in pain, “I cannot hold them back much longer.”
The shower of bullets kept striking against
