Mela finally caught up, her hair a mess of twigs and her face a thundercloud. "Are you two completely insane?! This is not a leisurely stroll! Elder Theron's hunters could be anywhere!"
Nox, who was currently trying to run backward just to taunt Serian, nearly tripped over a root. "Relax, pointy-ears. We're just stretching our legs. Gotta be warmed up for the boss fight, right?"
"This isn't a game!"
"Says you," Serian laughed, easily sidestepping Nox as he stumbled. She used the opportunity to surge ahead, her form a silver-and-gold flash against the dark green of the trees. "Looks like you're losing, human!"
'Oh, no you don't.' Nox's competitive streak flared up. Serian was just too damn good in this terrain. Fair play was officially off the table.
He stopped for a split second, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He scooped up a handful of wet, sloppy mud from the forest floor.
'Void Forging.'
