Luke's heart raced as he took in the scene around him, the unfolding chaos. He had just managed to hold off the male dark elf with a few bursts of flame, the intense heat forcing his opponent to keep his distance. Ilyrana, still locked in a deadly dance with her attacker, moved with skill and precision, but her expression was drawn with effort, her focus split as more enemies closed in.
Another burst of flame shot from Luke's device, this one lasting longer, sending a wash of heat that pushed back the dark elf blocking his way. He used the moment to sprint toward Ilyrana, hoping to turn the tide of her battle. But he'd barely covered a few steps when the glint of steel and the shape of another figure loomed in his path.
