White mist rose from Wei Bulun's feet. The ground began to ice over, and glistening snowflakes scattered about.
A trail of blood flowed along the cracks in the road, staining the icy surface and the snow that fell upon it red.
Wei Bulun refused to surrender despite his opponent's persuasion.
"Letting us go?" Wei Bulun sneered. "And you aren't afraid the Orcs will come after your boss if you let us go?"
The Mage blocking the way asked, "I don't know what you mean... but I really don't want to kill too many people. Leave the Gold behind, and the rest of you can leave alive."
"You can't fool me. I know how you 'Shortgun' operate. You'd make sure to leave no survivors. You just want us to give up resisting to minimize your losses, then you would strike when we let our guard down," Wei Bulun accused.
"You've guessed who we are?"
Wei Bulun continued to gather water elements, ready to put up a desperate fight.
