The Archmage smiled as the squad of heavy militia burst out the Capitol building doors. He looked at them, his eyes glowing, and spoke a few words in the Arcane tongue. A bolt of fire lanced from his hand to blast into the militia, slaying the first four outright and setting three on fire, while the other four were disoriented, easy targets for his follow-up attack a few seconds later, a quad of four purple missiles that struck each of them in the chest, dropping them instantly. Smiling, the Archmage cast out with his senses, watching for enemy reinforcements. (Please note, the only reason that he was able to kill them that quickly was surprise, if they had braced for his attacks, it would have been very different.)