Last Rush of Strength - Part 7

All of a sudden, a flash of purple fire sped past them, as a horrified Skeleton slowly lowered its raised arm. It looked at its hand in shock, and then it looked at Vol. The creature knew who its master was. They would never intentionally try to kill him, Vol knew that much, but his eyes narrowed nonetheless, and his lips adopted an unpleasant smile.

"Skeleton Mage, is it?" He murmured to himself, barely holding back the urge to smash the creature to pieces. It was his first summon that was capable of a true ranged attack. He didn't think the Wood Sprite really counted.

The Skeleton slowly took some steps back, as if to hide itself amongst its comrades, though with its glowing halo of flame about its head and hands, that was a pretty much impossible task.

Then, the slightest giggle escaped Penelope as she guffawed.

"That's… ridiculous," she said. "I can't believe I'm laughing at it, but it's just so silly…"