Instantly, several things happened at once.
A scream from behind—"Uncle!"—a flash in the werelion's eyes as his omnisense picked something up, and finally, the Arcanist suddenly grinned victoriously.
The werelion growled in frustration as small scorch explosions went off in front of his open palms. He quickly veered off course, barely avoiding the grey-coloured sickle of wind that cut through the air just in front of him. It came from above and cut a deep swath into the ground before him.
He snarled, and angled his head upwards, where the helicopter had now reached them. The side door was open, and another third rank Arcanist stood in the opening. This time, it was a woman with fair skin, a bald head, and a similar robe to the male Arcanist's.
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