Zarah's voice rang out, sharp with panic, but the shaman was already down. His body slumped sideways, staff slipping from his grasp as consciousness fled him.
Amon didn't spare him another glance.
The crimson aura writhed more violently around his body as he advanced, each step deliberate, his focus locked solely on the fallen shaman.
It was clear what he intended.
He would finish Narg first before turning to the rest.
Zarah moved without thinking.
Her bowstring snapped back, and she loosed arrow after arrow while running to close the distance. One shaft struck Amon square in the head, snapping against his skull with a wet crack.
He grunted, his head jerking from the impact, but his stride never broke.
His glare deepened, frustration flaring, and still he pressed forward.
"Don't ignore me," Zarah hissed through clenched teeth, pulling back another arrow, her arms taut with strain.
But she never loosed it.
In the space of a heartbeat, Amon blurred.
