The Dark Protector
While they move, I shift, landing on two feet in the middle of their circle.
“What are you?” One of them asks, stepping out and aiming his gun at me.
“They call me The Dark Protector, and you are about to die.”
I don’t think so, freak.” The hunter says to me.
I open my hands, face down toward the earth, calling on my element. As the earth begins to rumble under their feet, they stumble around, trying not to fall. I tear the earth open around them, leaving a circle of calm around me.
Magma rises from the center of the earth to the surface, turning to molten lava. The hunters scream as the heat from the earth's core begins to melt their skin from their bodies, the lava rushing over them like w
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