They had barely a second to react before the mercenary moved.
The table beneath his boots splintered under the surge of his mana, the wood shattering in a crack as a wave of force burst outward. The air itself seemed to vibrate, raw mana radiating from the man like lightning about to strike. His body was bleeding from multiple wounds, arrows still jutting from his elbow, knee, and one foot, but it didn't slow him. If anything, his rage seemed to make his mana burn hotter.
Lenko felt it hit like a gust of pressure, stealing the air from his lungs. He barely raised his arm to shield his face before the mercenary leapt, boots crashing down, leaving behind a crater where he'd stood.
"Olga!" Lenko shouted, though he didn't even know what he wanted her to do.
She already had her bow raised, fingers releasing in rapid rhythm, the string snapping again and again. Arrows flew like silver streaks in the flickering light, each one gleaming with a faint mana pulse.
