In a sudden burst of motion, Finch pounced forward, his figure blurring like a streak of black lightning. Fourteen enemies still remained, and in his mind, they were already corpses waiting to fall. He wouldn't be sparing anyone, no matter who they were or what pleas they might make. Mercy had no place in battle.
Almost immediately, a volley of arrows tore through the air from multiple directions, some from the flanks, others descending from above. Finch's senses sharpened instinctively, every fiber of his being screaming danger. His head snapped upward just in time to witness the arrows closing in, there were dozens of them, each radiating elemental energy.
Some burned with raging flames, while others shimmered with compressed winds sharp enough to carve through boulders. These weren't ordinary arrows; they were infused with elemental energies.
