Archer halted his spellcasting as violet flames blazed across the battlefield. The girls approached him and positioned themselves behind his back.
Shaking his head, he conjured Frost Nova, swiftly extinguishing the flames. With this done, he spun around to face the girls, startling them.
Observing their reactions, Archer burst into laughter. Ella stepped closer, playfully pinching his side. "Why are you laughing, mister? Do you find amusement in startling us girls?" she quipped.
Archer's laughter continued, prompting the half-elf to roll her eyes before resuming, "We could have managed them on our own."
With a nod, he leaned forward, planting a quick peck on Ella's cheek.
Blinking at each of the other girls, he repeated the gesture, leaving them with pleased smiles. Having concluded these lighthearted interactions, they pressed forward.
Archer's eagerness to swiftly dispatch the slavers guided his steps toward Larissa.
