"What a damn irritating power," Draken growled, his voice a venomous curse slicing through the chaos as he twisted away from a torrent of flaming arrows cascading from the sky like a vengeful meteor shower. Their molten tips seared the air, trailing acrid smoke that stung the nostrils. His left arm, scorched black from a near miss, dangled uselessly, the charred flesh radiating pain that fueled his rage. Beneath his mask, his eyes burned with barely contained fury, his movements hampered but defiant, each dodge a testament to his unyielding will in the face of Abigail's onslaught.
