Turning his head to trace its source, he saw a large man with an unkempt beard tossing and catching another stone in his hand. A small group of dirty men gathering up around him, daggers and clubs in their belts.
"THERE's the FREAK!" he yelled, pointing his stone at her, readying a throw.
"Go crawl back to the desert with the rest of you bugs and snakes!"
Glancing back at her, she was regaining her composure, bringing up her sleeved arm to her face, black blood dripping slowly down it..
"You don't need to get hurt, kid.. Get outta here."
Getting quickly to his feet, Wrack watched another stone being thrown, and quickly wipped his pack in an arc, catching the stone mid-air and volleying it back at the small mob.. bouncing and rolling harmlessly at their feet.
Laughter filled the air as the mob grinned like wolves and began stepping forward.. Many bending down to grab stones or draw their weapons.
Time slowed, seconds became minutes.. his tongue grew dry..
"Suit yourself.. 'Hero.'" the leader of the mob said as he grew closer..
Drawing a shortsword from his belt and grinning.. Scanning the market, there were no guards in sight.
Wrack began backing up, his leather pack strap clutched tightly in his hands.. He watched as the bearded thug stalked forward, his blade glinting in the sun.
"kharandisss.. elosss," was all that could be heard before a blast of air exploded between the mob and the pair.
Shutting his eyes against the blast, Wrack felt dust swirl about him quickly and the whoosh of air as it blew past him. Opening his eyes a crack, he saw that it was no ordinary wind.. but an elemental of air, and it had slammed into the group of thugs-- knocking them all on their backs.
