The Elf appeared a distance away, his hand regenerating fast and he was back to normal, but this time he did not rush to attack, as if scared of what Aren would do.
Aren moved first.
He closed the gap before the male elf had both swords fully raised, the Ancient Devourer coming in low and forcing the block downward. The elf absorbed it with good technique and pushed back hard. Aren let the momentum carry, stepped around it entirely and raked the blade across his ribs on the way past. Not deep. Just opening the conversation about where the gaps were.
The archer drew the moment she had a clear line. Aren felt the angle before she committed to it and stepped behind the male elf, putting his body between himself and the shot. The flaming arrow screamed past them, close enough that the heat rolled across the back of Aren's neck. The elf's shoulder twitched.
Aren was already pressing again before the echo of the shot died.
"Fang."
