Some type of footsteps made Yoozepode whirl around enchant a wall of fire around himself.
Five warriors stood before him, clad in blackened iron armor etched with what seemed to be gold. They wore helms that completely covered their faces, and they were very huge.
One drew a double-bladed axe, one drew a war hammer, one drew two swords, one pulled out a stave, and another pulled out a two-handed great sword. They got off of a steed of some sort and advanced one Yoozepode.
The one with the stave, a mage, cast a spell over him and his four companions, shielding them from view, turning them invisible.
Yoozepode could not see them as they advanced even closer to him, weapons raised...
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