Chapter Two Hundred-Thirty-Four – Damsel in Distress
Stefan snapped his head to who pulled him down, but his breathing hitched. "Sorren, are you ok—" No, there was no time for that. There was no way he was okay.
Sorren held his side that bled quickly. It was a small wound but it seemed to be growing, and he couldn't place why yet.
"Since you are here, can I play damsel in distress?"
Stefan frowned slightly. "What's the witch like?"
"Witches. I realized that they were four wind users. That's why changes in wind temperature happen." He raised his arrow launcher. "Two are dead. The last two are…"
He coughed out blood, then paused, and glanced at Stefan who had a horrid expression. "Yes, yes, scold me plenty later, but I'd not be moving for a while."
Stefan left the ground. He knew not even his brother would anticipate five witches to be in the forest, yet for some reason, he didn't expect him getting injured.
