Battle atop the Hill

A faint, barely visible barrier appeared around the group rushing at us, allowing them to pass through my flames harmlessly. I gritted my teeth – their magic users were going to be an issue – I was the only person in our group who could use magic for anything other than buffs and heals. Was my magic going to be enough to counter theirs?

As our enemies drew closer, my grasp on cold, metal shaft of my scythe tightened. My heart was beating quickly, with a mix of emotions. The anticipation of battle, the fear of death and loss, the sheer excitement of testing my strength against other. Yet, a darker, ominous feeling dampened all of this – the thought of killing another player. Another person.