Chapter 405: Left Alive?

Frey felt a scorching pain drag itself across his cheek as he stepped aside of the radiant blast, which then sailed to the other side of the clearing. A flash shattered the silence of the night; Smoldering bodies flew from the blast, the stench permeating the air. The survivors grew wide-eyed, the pure terror of facing a War Monk's raw power practically yanking the little wooden bows and slings from their frail fingers. They ran.

Owen fired again, and Frey snapped out of his shock. He needed the group to help close the gap between him and Owen. They just needed to see someone as strong as Owen, a leader, and that was where he made his mistake. Frey gritted his teeth and swung wildly, willing to exchange a few hits to land just one.

Owen saw straight through him, easily twisting his torso around the swing: "I'm disappointed, Frey." His fists sent two painful shocks through Frey's ribcage, gravitating to any openings.