In Loga...
People in gray cloaks took the captain and his men under siege, they approached and one of the magicians extended a hand, flames shaped on their palms.
A few of them were holding chains. Their intention didn't need words to be exposed.
"Well, did you think that I'm stupid to come with five men, only?"
Bryant unsheathed his sword and with this sign, someone shoot one of the magicians but the bullet stopped midway, dropped.
"And did you think that you can fight magic?"
Bryant firmed, he wasn't a person who would let them catch him. Seeing the black snake tattoo on their chins, he recognized that they were dark magicians of Witchwood.
They were leading their weapons with magic, daggers flew in the air, hovering to the angles as their masters wished.
The men of captain seized down, and the predicted quarrel began, they were the king's men, fast, decisive, and had the experience to face magic.
