"Is this how you do it?"
He released.
The bolt screamed across the battlement in a branching web that struck the first archer and forked through every body on the platform. Twelve soldiers seized, convulsed, and dropped in a cascade of sparking armor and limp limbs.
[You've slain...]
The notifications stacked. Quinlan dismissed them.
On the ground behind him, the rogue watched.
He had seen a man who was being shot at by a dozen professional archers pause to experiment with a new element. The arrows hadn't concerned him. The archers hadn't concerned him. He'd treated the volley as a minor interruption and the killing bolt as a curiosity.
"Monster..." the rogue breathed.
The word sat in the cold air for a moment.
Then he filled his lungs and screamed.
"Surrender! Everyone, surrender! Save your lives!"
His voice cracked off the ice dome and echoed down the battlement.
"This is not a fight! This is a massacre! Drop your weapons! Drop them now and kneel!"
