KILL HIM.
NOW!
The green-haired noble shouted at the two Common Ranked Dreamers. Their eyes had widened in shock, and fear had gripped their ankles. The sight of losing their magical creatures had almost made them forget the Items in their hands, too.
Meuric was not the one who needed to be reminded of such an opportunity. The three noble Dreamers, behind the leader, had an ugly expressions on their faces. They took a step and Mana fluctuated about them, showing the impending use of Skills. The bow holding Dreamer nocked an arrow, guided by the muscle memories, and aimed at Meuric. The Dreamer beside him had some different types of memory in his muscles.
By the time the archer drew the bow, his candle had already vanished, and he was running away from his companion. No, not back. To his back there were nobles, and to his right, there was the archer's fire. He made a run towards the river, or it was best to say he was running straight to Aldrich.
