The sun drew its last breath that day, and darkness spread rapidly over the trees of Cloakwood Forest. As the fog shrouded their vision, the Cloakwood Sisterhood knew they had already been surrounded by their enemies, countless, and heavily armed. Death drew near, but they'd sell their hides only to the highest bidder. "Pah!", said Val'Tora the Wood-Elf Berserker. "Let them come, I'll send them back crawling to whatever hole they came from". "Be patient, dear sister", answered Nas'Kyra, the Half-Elf Water-Elementalist. "I'll set up a water trap, and as soon as they walk into it, you can unleash that dreadful cursed scythe of yours as much as you please". "It will buy us some time to come up with a plan". "Grand Matron Mother, to the abyss with that plan of yours", another voice said. It belonged to Sol'Raza, the Drow Flame-Elementalist. "Before they can reach for their weapons, they'll be burning into cinders by my hands". To strengthen her words, she charged a fireball, and as it grew in strength, so did she, as the others could see in her Spirit Crystal, which was magically imbued into her staff. "Where is Kynn'Sasha?", growled Val'Tora, "That phase-shifting Assassin is never around when she's most needed". "But I'll always be around as soon as someone tells tall tales about me, Val!", a passing voice answered". She seemed almost invisible, but her presence could be felt. "Get ready sisters, the fight is about to start", Kynn'Sasha whispered, and almost as fast as lightning, she leaped out from the shadows, and while drifting in mid-air she fired her magical bow and arrow. Thank you for reading!