The mother and child hold each other. Clothes burnt at the fringes. Thousand-yard stares from the brown eyes. Drac lowered his bow.
“Relax, relax. My friend won't hurt you.” Marina stepped between. “Water. Do you need water?” Smiling as gently as she can. The child nods his head. Scared, the mother pulled her son close to her body. Her eyes darted around, trying to find an exit.
“If my friend here really wanted to kill you, you would be unaware.”
Drac nodded.
The scared two still hugged each other. Fear doesn't leave their faces.
“Bob,” Marina called.
Bob grunts. He walks over to the two, hands out. The mother and child step back and their bodies shake, from bloodshot eyes tears go down the same track left in their soot-covered faces. Amber light glows on Bob's hand. A wave of holy energy cascades on the mother and son. Their cuts and scrapes slowly heal, and their skin is now less pallid.
Drac stands. Hood and mask up. Quiver on the back. Bow in hand. Auditus works its magic as Drac can hear several different footsteps.
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“Marina, protect them.” Drac notches an arrow.
A blue wall surrounded the mother, child and Bob.
Weightless, Drac skipped into the bushes. Drac split into three. A jump to a tree, a branch and another brings him above. Leaping from tree to tree, he located his first target. Alone with a sword. Light armour, badly kept.
Bandits.
Drac hopped in the air from a thin branch. Bow pulled and released. The bandit’s head was knocked forward as the arrow plunged from behind.
To the left.
Drac flips his body in the sky to change his trajectory. Finds another tree to hop to another. The second bandit kneels looking for footprints. Drac lands on the trunk. Body still horizontal, He fires an arrow at the tracker’s head. Drac is already at another branch.
A scream came from the camp.
Damn.
Drac climbed up. A hop and he saw the sky. Thousands of trees surrounded his view till he saw the fire in the distance. Copies came back from eliminating the targets. From behind they javelin throw Drac with aura across the trees. The wind pushed back Drac’s face. He lessened his Levitation to slow down. Drac looked down to see Marina protecting the mother and child, with Bob fending off the attackers. Two big men with tough armour, four more of average build. Drac holstered his bow around himself. Pulled out his Hēilóng. Using Levitation, he increased his falling speed. Drac crashed to the ground. Dust and dirt cover the impact area. Dust settles, and everyone looks over to see a big armoured man cleaved in two. By the body, a man in black found his stance.