(289) A Couple of Old Coots
Felix, the healer, concentrated on destroying the Runes set into the earth before him. The Formation was complicated, but he could handle it after a few seconds.
Still, he wasn't fast enough. An enemy soldier exited one of the nearby tents, stepping behind to take a piss.
It may have been by happenstance, but the man had enough time to scream out before an arrow pierced his throat. Soldiers came pouring from the nearby tents, yelling as they saw their dead comrade and the man standing behind their encampment.
Felix gritted his teeth and continued pouring his Mana into the Formation. If it wasn't destroyed before they entered, his party would be left in a weakened state.
'I'll have to have faith in my team.'
Sure enough, before the first soldier reached him, an arrow ripped through his throat. Behind that, a blade of wind flew forward, cutting through the first few soldiers that had sprinted ahead.