Arran rushed through the rough landscape in a mad dash, pushing his injured body to its limits as he fled the hostile stranger. The man's first attack had shocked him with its strength, and he had no desire to discover the full extent of this new enemy's power.
As he ran, more attacks rained down behind him — vicious bolts of lightning that tore through trees and rocks alike, and seething balls of fire that set the very ground aflame where they landed. Arran narrowly avoided the conflagration, however, relying on his Sense to dodge the attacks before they hit.
He did not glance backward as he ran, much less turn to face the man unleashing the destruction behind him. As much as his strength had increased over the past month, he still had no delusions about the outcome if he tried to fight someone as powerful as this.
