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— Slavers Camp => Forest —[/center]

After the initial warning shots there was a pause that he used to push his head start. Seconds later more rang out as he hunched over to protect the child and present a smaller target. Grimlit had no doubt he could escape them on foot. Taking the time to mount their horses would also put them further behind.

There was another burst of rattling gunfire and a round took him in the back, causing him to stumble for a few steps before recovering. Now he was over the hill where the first sentry was and out of their line of sight. Grimlit cut to his left, towards a nearby forest. It might be an obvious location but it would give him an advantage.

"I thought Alvs were supposed to have magic. Couldn't you have incinerated them or something?"

He shouted, not regarding the fact that she was still gagged. He paused for a second and then stopped behind a tree to tear through the bindings with his claws.

[@Raineh Daze]