Vlora didn't get far.
He had just cleared the edge of the forest when the first blade came down—Zack's sword, nearly catching him across the side. He dodged, barely, and rolled to his feet, eyes blazing.
They had found him.
The seven members of the Gamers Guild stood in a loose arc around him, their expressions cold, focused. No more running.
No more beasts to hide behind.
No more time.
Vlora snarled, channeling power through his body. Energy pulsed off his frame, cracking the earth beneath his feet. Even without his monstrous army, even without his carriage or backup, he was still strong.
Strong enough to take at least one of them down.
Or so he thought.
But they didn't give him the chance.
Pierre slammed forward first, shield raised, creating an opening. Zack darted in behind him, striking low. Vlora deflected, only to be struck in the back by a wind-laced spell from Carmen.
