159 Prestige

Exile grit his teeth as he slammed into the wolf, trying to charge at Daynah. The wolf let out a whimper as it was sent sprawling through the snow. Exile eyed the beast cautiously as he placed himself between it and Daynah. 

Exile heard a relieved sigh from behind him. Clearly, she had been close to the end of her rope before his arrival. So he was unsure how much help she could still be in that fight. He shot a questioning glance over his shoulder, which she understood immediately.

"I can still go on for a bit. I'm not much use in a melee, but I'll support you with my spells as best as I can." Daynah smiled nervously as she put more distance between them.

Exile nodded before turning his attention back to the Elite mob. "Just do what you can and get out of here."