OOC: I will assume, given the image won't show for me, that I took the damage.
Vargas's attack would be kind of suicidal, for the blast ended up charring his sorry ass as well. The explosion sent him backwards too, crashing against the same tree as before, with the spider running amok on its branches, wanting to know what that confusion was all about. The Seig was now pretty much against the ropes, with a quick snap of his fingers making a last transition to Swordmaster style. Breathing heavily, the white haired male attempted to get up as quickly as possible, as Valag fade away in his hands, also damaged from the blast and in the need to recover from the overheating mechanism.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the young man would see yet another horde of skelleton knights, which had honestly been the stars of the night. The undead warriors would make a final assault towards Vargas, who honestly was having a hard time coping with his injuries. He'd need to, at least, defeat those last five, and then he would go home... well, home. Wherever he'd be able to lay and sleep would be fine.
With those words in mind, and knowing that he was unable to right up attacking after changing his styles, he resummoned Asag once more, so the length of the spear would serve as, at least, some sort of shield to defend against the undeads' weapons. As they approached, the cutting aura began doing its thing, and their armors suffered the damage from simply standing by.
The first assault, Vargas would block as best as he could, given that his movements had become a bit drowzy and sluggish from all the damage to important muscular groups he had taken. While he did prevent some major extra hits, the blades, halberds and maces managed to lightly strike him more than once, further damaging his already wrecked body.
When he felt he was good to go, the mage began defending himself and returning the attacks, delivering his own strikes as swiftly as he could. Some of them were already began to avoid him, even with the armor, and he could not charge up his Wind Raid in that position.
-Tch...
The rest of the battle wouldn't go as smoothly as before. His attacks, while hitting, were duller and duller, proving how inexperienced he was as a wizard. Thankfully, the Gust Aura kept doing most of the job for him, and eventually under the combination of strikes and wind, the skelletons fell. However, the battle was not over yet.
Knowing they may reform at any instant, the Seig, now free to do so, began spinning Asag over his head for one last strike. A tornado formed over him, this time a bit slower than before, but still drawing all the bones that were scattered around towards him. Any possible enemy that could've been reformed in a 10 meter radius area was taken in by the force of the winds.
After a little while, the Seig released the crescent sweep with a howl, shattering the remainings of his enemies, hopefully for good that time. As he stood still in his final strike's stance, he'd soon break it, doing his best to maintain his balance, to no avail.
-There... I'm freaking done, old man... After you pay me, you can go die for all I care... -he complained loudly, although not meaning it, and fell to the ground while breathing heavily. No more skelletons would come to greet him that time.
-I'll get going... after a small rest.
OOC: HP: 15
MP: 50%
[Mission Accomplished!]