Kovo scrambled up the tree, claws digging into bark, until he settled on the highest sturdy branch. The wind hissed through the leaves. From his perch he gazed down at the village: thick gray smoke coiled into the sky, carrying the acrid stench of burning huts.
Below, Tarl cleaved through goblins with single, brutal swings. Each strike split flesh and sprayed crimson across the dirt; the wet, tearing sound of steel meeting meat rang out: shlck, shlck! Bren advanced toward the village center, eyes sweeping for the enemy leader. Off to the side, Mira unleashed relentless fireballs without wasting a single spark. Every explosion shook the earth; searing gusts roared past with a deafening foooosh!
