"Ahhhh!" Ruld screamed, unable to react as Aurelya's rapid strikes hit him from behind. Her rapier pierced through his thick, dark skin, and golden flames spread along the wound. His body sizzled where the fire met his flesh, forcing him to stagger, pain twisting his face.
Skjarr, arriving at Aurelya's previous spot, froze in disbelief. "How… how can a mage move that fast?" His eyes widened, claws tightening around the Spear-Glaive.
He lunged forward to help his ally, but a heavy mace slammed down toward him, forcing him to block with his spear.
"You persistent bastard, still alive?" Skjarr growled at Corven.
"I don't know what you're saying, but I bet you're cursing me now," Corven replied, grinning through the blood on his teeth.
