You turn on your heel, planning on leading them away from the Guards.
'Five powerful magic users with unknown limits and five trainees. They'd make mince meat of those guards before the cities Mage guild and Cleric order managed to make it here. I need to.....' Your train of thought was cut off as you are hit in the stomach by an invisibly hand with incredible force. It doubles you over, causing you to drop your bow.
You are still gasping for breath as you are snatched through the air backwards towards to Drow magic users.
You land, surprisingly unhurt, in front of the one who was arguing with the guard. The magic user smiles a wicked, chilling smile, before holding out his hand above you. You pivot upwards, your neck fitting right into his grasp. He lifts you up with his left hand.
"You have ruined our plans yet again, you interfering woman. Now we are going to have to make a mess." He chuckles.
"I demand to know what in the name of the seven gods is happening!" Shouts the guard captain.
"Silence, ape" The magic user, who seems to be the leader, says as he flicks his right hand, sending the Captian flying backwards, straight onto a spike that emerged from the ground a dozen feet away.
This catapults the rest of the guard into action. One man, a sentry, who was up until then stood outside the gate, ran inside. Moments later, the sound of great bells sounded. Barely moments later the bolt launchers and other fortifications on the city walls sprang into action, taking a trainee Drow completely by surprise. He was killed instantly by a bolt to the head.
Two more trainees, who had stupidly moved towards the guards, were cut down before they could cast their spells. A fourth trainee was unlucky enough to take a bolt that had been deflected by a shield spell the more advanced trainee had cast to protect the five Drow in decorated robes. He ended up pinned to a tree by his crotch, upside down.
As the guards charged and the fortifications fired, there was a great shock wave of magical power.
'Must be the cities Mage guild preparing for a fight' you deduce. That was shortly followed by another shock wave, that carried a chant with it; "MOH HON REEEEHN!"
'...And there are the clerics'.
What surprised Arin was the pervading sense of calm the 6 remaining necromancers displayed. Three were even smiling. It was unsettling. To you, it feels like they are anticipating a good fight, when in fact they should be anticipating their annihilation.
The lead magic user turned again to you. "You and your traitorous brethren will soon feel our full might" He snarls "You have ruined our plans once too often. YOU all should have joined us when you had the chance! We should have dealt with you properly, instead of deferring to the scheming fools plan!"
***
Back in a tough spot.
What will you do to get out of this problem?