"What a monster he is. To be able to stand his ground with all of us ganging against him," Reynold muttered, gripping the handle of his hammer tightly as it flew back into his waiting hand like a loyal pet returning to its master.
"He must have a limit to how much blood he can use," Draken said, narrowing his eyes while more flame birds flickered into life around him, hovering in the air like glowing phoenixes. "We just have to keep pressing him until he slips. Once he's gone, we turn on each other."
"You don't have to order us around," Nicole snapped, her face stony as she pulled her bowstring taut. Arrows of glimmering energy materialized in rapid succession, responding to her will like an extension of her thoughts. "We already know that much."
