Riven : -whips his hand across and the magic rebounds off of the elves- Don't test me boy....-puts his hand in the air- I bid you far well -the arrows whir louder and then you disappear to TribesTown -*pfft weak elven magics have no effect on me*
Carvus: you where warned child
*i touch my sword tip on the ground and a small ring of fire appears around me suddenly the 4 archers around us catch fire and burn to Ashe almostly instantly*
Carvus: now do you wish to reconsider or do you want the rest of your men turned to ashe
Doutre : W-where did he go?
Riven : TribesTown.
Doutre : I am off then...
Riven : It's dangerous! he's dangerous
Doutre : I know.
-sets off on horseback to TribesTown-