"I understand that you're picking on defenseless creatures!" she retorted, throwing a plant glyph that vine-wrapped his ankles.
Hunter stepped through the market stalls, his golden boots clicking on the petrified wood flooring. He saw a small, elderly witch desperately clutching a wooden bat-like creature to her chest. She was trembling. Hunter didn't feel the thrill of the hunt; he felt a dull, familiar ache—the same one that whispered that he wasn't doing enough.
Hunter spun, drawing his staff. The battle was chaotic. Luz was quick, creating ice walls and fire pits, forcing Hunter to use his teleportation. He was faster, stronger, and better trained, but she was creative.
Just as Hunter reached out, a bright streak of blue fire and magic slammed into the stall, knocking a crate of screaming mandarins into the air. "Leave her alone, you masked menace!"
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