Uirel was ready to finish this for good, that is before the large firery cloud flourished through the sky ahead and drew his attention.
"Getting a little center focused hmm?... getting old and losing your edge my... dear friend."
The familiar snarky voice of Micah rang through the air as he stepped onto the rooftop his boots tapping against the stone.
"Well gonna be a good puppy and fetch those ‘poor defenceless townfolk?’"
Micah taunted knowing the hero would rush to others aid.
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