Isran didn't hesitate; he turned and ran, not even bothering with his own warriors. All he wanted now was to survive.
"Hey, where's that bravery gone? Don't run away!" Alex taunted.
Isran ran with all his might, but how could he possibly outrun Alex? With a blink, she teleported in front of him, her scythe ablaze with black flames, slashing towards him.
Isran reacted quickly, trying to block Alex's attack, but the bell on her scythe slowed him down just enough.
His chest armor was easily breached, a huge wound opening across his chest, blood spurting out nearly reaching Alex, who quickly used Frost Magic to block it.
Thud!
Alex kicked him away, and the ground ice surged, instantly encasing Isran in ice.
"Phew—"