Seeing Melissa's condition, Logan's eyes narrowed.
She lay on the ground, bleeding, unconscious. She had fought like hell, and now she was down. Vulnerable. One wrong move and she'd be lost.
"She is going to die if no one reaches her right now." Logan murmured.
He stepped forward wanting to head there instantly. But a goblin lunged at him.
Logan's ice blade slashed across its chest, ending its miserable life in mid-air.
But that was just the start. More were coming. Goblins. Dire wolves. They wanted blood.
Two groups of goblins, three from the left, four from the right rushed in. Logan didn't even blink. He raised both arms and flung twin arcs of fire to each side like he was drawing blazing wings in the air.
FWOOSH!
The flames roared outward in a crescent slash. The goblins screamed, but only for a moment. Then they were nothing but ash, vaporized before they could even reach him.
"F**k off." Logan murmured.
