Glorian focused his will and sent lightning streaking
from his fingertips. It struck two of the bandits in their chests, hurtling
them backwards. They slammed into the hard ground while the sound of the
thunder still roared through the air. The other brigands hesitated. They had
never seen an elf before, and had thought a lone traveler an easy mark. The
unmoving bodies of their companions caused them to reassess the situation.
Glorian sent a jet of flame towards another bandit. It
enveloped the poor man, sending him screaming into the woods. That was too much
for the remaining men.
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