Hunting wolves for Lyla
Merlin growled, standing up, "That hurt," She stared at Aella. "But you got a hit in," she sat, cracking her neck.
Arad stared at her, "How could a wizard be so good at hand-to-hand combat?"
Merida smiled, "You don't have to rely on classes, do you?" She stretched her arm, making a fist. "You can learn martial arts freely, even swordsmanship. You won't get as fast or strong as fighters and barbarians, but you would be better than scrawny mages."
Alcott approached them, "Even the most dedicated fighter will have a slither of MP, which fuels basic spells if he studied them." Pointing his finger toward a small twig, [Bonefire] Alcott ignited it.
Aella stared at him, "You aren't an arcane fight."
Alcott nodded, "I'm a martial fighter. I only focus on physical and armed combat." He looked at her, "You're an arcane archer, mixing magic with your skills,"
Merlin puffed her chest, "I trained to keep this idiot at bay for one minute,"
Arad stared at her, "What?"