"RETURN FIRE!"
The archers drew their bows and let loose.
A counter-volley of arrows streaked through the air, whistling toward the unseen enemy.
Following Ali Baba's lead, the Magi in their ranks began to chant, their voices weaving abilities into life.
Death, fire, wind, ice, stone, and every other common element hurtled through the air, striking where the enemy's initial attack had come from, just bombarding the whole area.
"""AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"""
Pained screams resounded and the air shimmered.
The illusion shattered like broken glass, revealing them. The bandits.
An army of them out in the open, some were on the ground, clutching their wounds, some still with bows in hand, others already rushing forward now that their surprise attack had failed.
Ali Baba wasted no time.
"SECOND VOLLEY!"
