The sword gets Ruskalt's attention, and he stops to look at Saber. "Foolish! Do you think that will save the city?"
As if on cue, the water by the now-destroyed docks starts churning, and shortly after an army of Fey rises from the waves.
The fireball blasts a hole in his chest. Ruskalt groans and takes a step back.
edited 25th Apr '15 7:16:19 PM by ramuf
The city guard, or what's left of them, sallies out to meet the Fey from the sea. It's a bloodbath within minutes, but neither side has an advantage.
Ruskalt sees this and knows he's not going to get any support. The electric charge doesn't do much to him (electric isn't very effective against grass, ahurr), but it does make him mad. And when he gets mad, he starts wantonly swiping around at people.

"I am not so easy to kill."
Ruskalt stoops down, picks up a poor unsuspecting building, and throws it at the inn. His throw was off and only manages to scrape off the roof. He huffs, displeased with himself.
Then he starts lumbering for the inn.
edited 25th Apr '15 6:39:29 PM by ramuf