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As the howl pierced through the stillness of the night, gnolls popped out of the sound like rabbits. Eyeing the caravan, most of them had come out to fight the threat. [color=#DF0101]"A band of Elves, huh."[/color] he accidentally said out-loud with a slight hint of suspicion laced with wariness as he squint his scarlet eyes, trying to discern them. The slight hum of the spell breaking his silent thought. [i][color=#DF0101]Can I trust these elves with my back.[/color][/i]

Turning back around as half of the gnolls were dispatched with relative ease and the leader fell. Artos thought he wouldn't even need to lift a finger, then a waraxe whips on his head but he managed to step back quicker and dodging it by a hairs breadth. Another swing quickly followed but Artos smoothly redirected the blow to the side and stepping back further than before,

Quickly whispering, [i][color=#DF0101]"Ignis"[/color][/i] flames then appeared and danced around Artos' left hand and he quickly pointed it at the attacking Gnoll, catching his delicate fur on fire. As the Gnoll was preoccupied by the flame, trying hard to squelch the flame while squealing in pain. Artos walks up to the screaming Gnoll and swiftly brings down Red Trinity and decapitates the gnoll while his fur was still on fire. Waving his sword to the right to get rid of the blood, he sighed as that fight was too easy and looked back towards the fighting elves. Folding his arms, he watched to see if any needed help.