The young promising soldier stood afar from Burning Storm, fixing the vibrant, handsome man a blazing glare.
Burning Storm barely noticed. He couldn't afford to waste any time, so he simply marched toward the complex, daring the young soldier to try his best to stop him.
The soldier answered the silent challenge and leaped into the air, landing softly atop a street lamp pole. More earthquakes rocked the ground, violent tremors rippling through the land like angry waves.
The soldier spun his dagger and joined its two halves together. The metal curved and extended, forming a stringless bow in his grip.
He opened his hands, and an arrow of pale moonlight began to manifest between his fingers. He nocked the arrow to the bow, and only then did the invisible string reveal itself, glinting with a cold, almost untraceable light.
He pulled and released.
