“What the hell is this?! It’s the power of the soul and given to us by the gods! He was too close to slash at, so Joshua instead struck him in the chin with the pommel of his sword. His horse reached the opposite bank and he turned it to run parallel to the river. Perhaps it was instinctive, a habit ingrained from the earliest members of the human race to huddle around a fire, to nourish their minds with its light and warmth when night fell. Warriors enhance their weapons! Either leaping over or charging through the wall of thorns? This was the safest time he could expect to get, and Noah’s wounds desperately needed attention. “It’s always one thing or another.”
Noah conjured his bow from within his ring grazed its back with a cheap arrow. Noah summoned a glass bottle from within his ring and poured the purple liquid within on and around Bar.
