Down With The Priest (3)

"That useless piece of shit couldn't even contain a damn orc? What a useless tool, even at the end of it all."

Grumbled the priest, his smile was nowhere to be found.

Then, he called for the blades of blood that Rokara Previously brushed away, as it was from his own blood, he still had control over it, and moving it was not out of the realm of possibilities.

With great anger, the Red Priest became ready to pierce the bodies of the young gifted.

But a sudden arrow to the neck caused him a bit of pain, causing the Red priest to drop some of the blades from the sky into the ground.

He did not know what caused him to drop the blades as the pain wasn't something that a follower of the scarlet king could feel.

But somehow, while what he felt was not pain, he couldn't concentrate on his blood attack, and that was because of a young gifted with a bow in his hand, his eyes were shining in an otherwordly light.