"Noa, blast the area to our northwest!" Blake yelled out as he scooped up the little white fox into his arms and sat down with it. He did not dare pull the arrow out just yet.
"On it! Ezen Digar Fol Tol!" As Noa spoke in an elven language, the whole area where the arrow was shot from blue up into a pillar of fire that spread out over 500 feet in all directions burning everything around it to ash.
Within the flame, surrounded by a green shield, was a man wearing all black. On his face was a white mask with only two eyes cut out of it. This man was not human. His blonde hair and sharp pointy ears showed that he was from the elven race. He clicked his tongue as he ran away in the middle of the flames, not daring to stay any longer.
"Tch… The bastard got away." Noa was made. She could sense the person who attacked her had already run off. She turned to see Blake sitting on the ground with the little fox in his arms. "Blake?"
