Bola gnashed his teeth and stretched forth his muscular hands to the direction of the Cavalier. He felt the familiar sensation as the hot flames burst out of his hands and engulfed the man who had shot the arrow. Screams followed the fizzle and sizzle of burning flesh as the man waxed into nothing, leaving behind the black smokes to testify his ones existing presence.
“Vera…”
Bola turned back to his friends when he heard the sob of Cassandra who was already in the valley of tears. Her cloths were drenched in the pool of the red sticky fluid that was oozing out from the older woman’s body.
The arrow was still in the Vera’s chest, causing more blood to flow out
