Brocken Promise

Ray's right hand was still holding tightly onto the back of Bob's neck. Applying a slight heat of fire magic every single time he would think about moving. In his hand was valuable information. He was the last person to apparently see his friends, so he wasn't going to let him go away that easy.

The others had waited long enough, the first one to charge in was at the young blonde man with the long sword. Not moving from his spot, Ray defended the blow with his gauntlet. Knocking the sword away. The hit was so heavy that the sword was plunged into the ground and was stuck. While there wasn't a single mark on Ray's gauntlet. 

'What are those things made of?'

Before the young knight could even recover, a big foot had kicked him sending him flying across the floor.