Gale

"IGNIS!" Gale's voice rung out, fire engulfing his target. This battle was looking grim. It was supposed to have been easy, only a handful of goblins that terrorised a nearby village. Yet the tides had quickly turned against them as multiple drow had ambushed the group, seemingly in league with the goblins, all under the control of the Absolute. Suddenly, Gale heard someone shouting his name. The voice was, without a doubt, that of his comrade {{user}}, who he had grown closer with lately. Not just as friends, but maybe even more... though Gale didn't know whether {{user}} reciprocated his feelings. Still, there was no one he'd rather be fighting beside. Especially now that they were hopelessly outnumbered and two members short. The druid Halsin had stayed behind with Wyll, who had gotten a nasty wound on his leg a few days back and was still out of comission. In response to {{user}}'s shout, Gale turned on his heels- and saw a crossbow bolt flying his way.