This is precisely the situation to avoid.
The Elves have long lifespans, which means they are even less able to accept the departure of their kind.
Especially the young Elves.
The older ones, however, have grown accustomed to the farewells.
"Stop, Carroll!" the young Ranger shouted sharply, the arrowhead instantly turning toward her kin. "Orders are orders! Put aside your hatred, or my arrow will find you before the enemy's blade does!" Her voice was resolute, but deep within her eyes lay profound pain.
Carroll stood frozen, his chest heaving violently, as hatred and command fiercely battled in his eyes.
Ultimately, he let out a beast-like low roar, abruptly turning and charging toward another battle group, unleashing his fury upon a Radiant Elf Enemy Mage.
The heavy Warhammer collided with the Enemy Mage's ornate Heavy Sword, producing a deafening boom.
