Joel slid to the left, into the thicket of the forest. Nerith ran to the opposite side, exposing herself in the footpath.
"Firebolt!" she yelled, letting her magic fly over the shoulder to nowhere in specific. She didn't stop to see if she hit a target. Had to get behind another tree.
"There!" a man yelled. A second later she heard the high pitch of an arrow flying next to her head.
"Eldritch Blast!"
A groan, and then a thud.
Her breath quickened. Should she stay here? Dared she look? She heard movement ahead of her. Was it Mavar? She prepared a bolt just in case. More noise. If she was quick, she could get the jump on them. She got her feet ready and-
A yell she didn't recognized followed by a groan she did recognize.
Mavar.
She froze. Was he hit?
The noise was on top of her now.
Move.
Too late. By the time she turned around the tree, a burly man with a cloak and hood was on her. His dagger caught her cheek and she winced as her blood soaked the blade. She reached into her belt and flailed her dagger in response. She never was too good with those. Her footing was gone along with her balance.
Now face to face with the attacker, she saw a remorseless eye and crooked teeth smirking at her. She gasped for air and held onto the man's chest as a dagger twisted in her abdomen.
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The War of Gods
FantasyBased on a Dungeons and Dragons Campaign: Twelve people all around the world get chosen by God to find three Godly artifacts. Whoever is holding on to those artifacts after a year gets to keep them. Things get bloody, fast.
