~3rd Person POV
"You piece of shit! Do you even realize what you're doing?"
"You killed her!" Gork shouted, panic and fury warping his voice. His fingers trembled as he drew another arrow, this one glowing with intense mana, the shaft pulsing with volatile energy.
"DIE!"
He loosed it without hesitation.
The arrow streaked through the air, a blur of light and rage, but Hissra was faster. He thrust both hands forward, flames roaring outward to meet the incoming shot. The two attacks collided mid-air with a deafening explosion, the impact rattling the trees and sending waves of heat through the clearing.
"Gork?!" Druk's voice rang out, sharp with disbelief. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Stay away!" Gork snapped back, his eyes never leaving Hissra.
He leapt onto a nearby tree, landing on a thick branch with practiced ease. Perched above, he drew again, his breathing steadying as he sought a cleaner angle.
