'The festival's a few days out,' Staxius teleported outside the city.
'The festival approaches,' wrote across flying newspaper articles. A deep boom echoed, he looked over, past a dirt mound, and sensed dark energy, '-monsters.' He casually headed towards the sound. Deep echoes shook the ground, swords clashed, and the wildlife scattered. The beasts cast shadows upon the adventurer, '-this scene,' he watched from afar, '-adventures fighting to protect a merchant,' he lit a cigarette under one of the neighboring trees.
"USE MAGIC!" they screamed.
"NOT WORKING!" the mage suddenly dropped, his hands froze,"-I can't feel my hand!" he gasped, "-it's black, IT'S GETTING DARK, I CAN'T SEE!" those in the vanguard steadied their sword, "-we'll keep the beast occupied," they gasped, bullets flowed from their face, '-I've trained for this day,' the swordsman gripped his blade, '-I won't falter, I've fought too hard to protect my party. No one here's going to die, not even me.'
