IWUAaDNW: Initiative 6.3

I opened fire. Three dozen Will O’ wisps, most of them of the incendiary variation with extra firepower, launched a solid volley of fire in a long arc toward the adventuring party. They barely had a moment’s warning in the form of a slight brightening of the fog outside their fortress of fire, before the rain of projectiles fell down on them. They were diverted, of course, many even dissipating into the flames themselves, but many made it through, splashing against the grass at their feet, or falling on their clothes and bodies. Karjn yelped as a fireball fell directly on her shoulder and splashed on her cheek, and Eira tugged her hood down as two more showered down her cloak leaving dark marks.

Raffaa reacted late, leaping back to get closer to Eira and Karjn.

Ulfric smacked one out of the way with his bare hand, unhooked his axe, then he was off like a bullet.

He was greeted by a wall of lesser pixies, who fired their stun bolts into him in a single volley. He barreled through them, not even breaking pace, and then he was on my firing line. Firing wall?

“WHIRLWIND!” He yelled, extending his axe to the side of his body. His feet glowed with mana as he started spinning, the deadly axe blade whipping through the air.

The blade head was vertical.

The resulting wind blasted my firing lines apart, not quite ruining my plans, but certainly screwing with them. The next volley was aimed completely at Ulfric in an attempt to make him back off, and it worked––he actually leapt back with an annoyed grunt.

Were bulk attacks actually effective?