First there was thunder. Then came crash and scared yelp.
Cracking bolts of lighting would be common in Nether mountains, if not for three things. First was little height. Second was season, heavy snow falling with Midwinter taking the marches. Then, the most obvious reason - it is never normal when lighting strikes from wand of angry human wizard, red cowled robe fluttering on cold wind. His bearded face with accurately groomed mustaches would attract many village beauties if not for mask of rage that was twisting seemingly gentle face in smirk that would be more fitting to hobgoblin or savage troll.
"Stand still, you diminutive bag of giant dung!" He shrieked with nonstandard for his profession agitation at the object of his attention that was moving from one rock to another with incredible speed and agility. Even for halfling, this little man was light on his foot just as namesake of his kind said. Short legs sprinted miniature humanoid away from harm of lighting bolts thrown at him.
Those few aimed shots that rocked the footing of mountain would be his death if not for spectacular flips and somersaults from one obstacle to another, each showing that this individual had training beyond simple thief or warrior. Each giant boulder could not protect him for long, crackling arcane energies destroying stones as if they were sculpted of frail glass. This did not improve terrorized victim's already evolving state of panic.
There was no way to shake off the assailant. Already little muscled legs were feeling like they were tied to nuggets of lead. Not to mention the exhaustion from weeks of hounding by various groups. And this ambush in mountains could be fatal if he did not move farther than mage anticipated, beyond layers of traps in open rocky field. Backpack on his shoulder also was not so light.
Bolt of electricity smacked ground in front of his next leap. Screaming, he lost his concentration, slipping and falling with his back on solid fossil. Despite dire mistake that may cost his life, his body twisted in air not to lessen the impact of slam, but taking good grip on bag, as if it was full of fragile and expensive gems. Groaning and trying to regain breath that was taken from his lungs by the fall, halfling saw with glance of his sharp sight his doom in shape of highfolk aiming at him with magical device. Sadistic glee of smile on bronze face that was plastered on balding head did not leave any hopes of surviving this.
"Arvoreen help me!" His intended whisper became scream echoing in empty heights. This, however, looked like another unanswered call, like many other times.
And yet again it all was in his hands. There was little time for maneuvers with danger so close for comfort. Just some pebble on the ground from destroyed cliffs.
Energy focusing on the point with ruby glow and sudden heat told him that this will have to do. Quickly grabbing most suitable swift projectile, nimble hand thrown it in fluid motion. The stone whistled through air with amazing speed in face of assailant. Blood splashed and roar of pain echoed in lone heights. The aim of magic wand was shifted to the side, arc of lighting flying above plastered hin. Taking this lucky opportunity to flee on safe distance, halfling did not see how caster took out another wand, now having each hand equipped with magic doom bringer. He did however hear litany of curses mixed with gibberish words. That was never good sign to hear from furious mage. Taking instinctive decision to jump away, traveler managed in time to escape both thunderbolt and wave of searing explosion.
Soon, what was looking as cataclysmic storm close to footing of mount, now was clearly identified as unnatural spectacle of colors as enraged wizard continued blasting spells in rapid succession in attempt to destroy annoying pest. So mad he was that many of fireballs he thrown swished far from target, falling down from mountain in rain of exploding meteors.
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