I smiled, swinging Bloodraven in a clean sideways arc.
Trrkk!
Sparks burst as its crimson edge scraped against Rack's green-glowing arrow. The auras collided, crimson fighting green, before both fizzled into nothing.
Rack clicked his tongue in frustration. His arrows weren't working, and it showed.
Sorry, buddy. An arrow or two won't fool instincts honed through hundreds of wars.
Drane shifted uneasily, gripping his club but not daring to move. He'd already seen what Bloodraven could do. One wrong step and he'd be nothing but dust and noise.
Kuro, on the other hand, was still crying near the wall, his leg bleeding, face pale. I couldn't tell if he was frozen in fear or just too scared to run. Whatever it was, he stayed put.
I still didn't know why Nexar wanted such a cry baby dead. But for now, that didn't matter.
