Rage Interupted

Balar rushed towards Luna in a blind rage. Several feet to go and inky black feathers filled his vision as white hot pain lashed across his face. A raven?

He swiped out with his free hand and the bird moved away clawing madly.

Balar blinked away the blood that dripped from the gash in his forehead.

Luna was gone. She now stood before the strange elf trying to retrieve her staff. He could hear horns blasting from within the Jotun compound and something else from deep in the forest... The howling of wolves.

His rage was doused by the sudden realisation of their danger and started towards the embattled elves with fresh determination. It was then that the staff exploded and for the third time that evening he was thrown from his feet by elven magic.

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