Blinking furiously, Nessa’s version came back just in time to see Uzila flying through the air over the rise of the next hill. As the old Shaman landed hard in the tall grass, Nessa saw her brother top the rise chasing after her. Even from this distance, she could see his face wasn’t right. His mouth gaped open half again the size of his face and his arms stretched out from his body in long grotesque mutant like claws. Uzila struggled to roll back to her hooves, but not before Tolnik was on top of her. In a flash, his sharp claws pierced her body as he effortlessly lifted her weakly struggling mass in the air. Throwing his head back, Nessa heard Tolnik’s triumphant cry as she shouldered her mace and unlimbered her bow in one smooth motion as she charged. THUNK … THUNK …THUNK Tolnik’s misshapen head jerked back in shock as Nessa’s arrows began slamming center mass in his chest in a steady stream. With a shriek, Tolnik threw Uzila to the ground hard as his arms drew back protectively covering his face.
