The dark mage's surprise was his downfall.
Ragna grinned, gripping her Warhammer tighter the moment he stepped out of the shadows.
Arin noticed her weapon was pulsing with absorbed energy, as if it was humming with untapped power.
"Your mistake," she growled.
With a mighty swing, she slammed the hammer into the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, rattling the trees.
Leaves burst into the air as two attackers were thrown off their feet, their weapons sliding away.
At the front, some of the ambushers had targeted Arin as well.
Arin was moving among his attackers smoothly, twisting through the chaos like a shadow.
His twin daggers gleamed as they sliced through the air.
A sword came at him. But with his otherworldly agility, he ducked the sword.
Then, before the poor attacker could react, he twisted and drove his blade deep into the enemy's ribs.
