The Second Event: Leraje's Game
Three twangs shook the air simultaneously, and with them, Adam's eyes narrowed at the three blurs about to pierce him.
Vile energies already licked his scales, forcing an icy shudder down his spine. But would speed matter when his sharp instincts whispered in his ears?
Following them, he craned his neck to the right, his hair dancing as the first arrow whistled by his cheek. He spun his torso in the same movement, the second arrow's edge grazing his scales in a shower of sparks. As for the third?
An inferno ignited in his dark eyes, swirling into a chaotic pool as he gripped it before it pierced his groin. His fist trembling, he raised and shattered it before his clenched jaw.
"There are certain areas you should never target."
His icy voice reverberated as he coated his left hand in a layer of flames and slapped the djinns' elemental attacks off course.
On the ground, Leraje's smirk broadened as he offered him a gallant bow.