Not the Plan

Erik turned to see the bandits laying dead, Majvoc appearing from nowhere.
"We better not bother with the rogue, he will be dealt with. Get Luna and find shelter!"
He had assumed there were more of the Sisters and didn't like the thought of more Legion following. His act of compliance had in fact been a use of what little magic he had.
"An avalanche has been formed, which will wipe out this area and us with it. I had assumed that the thief had left and the bandits were a threat."
Dyvia punched his leg, though no joke was made.
"Are you kidding Erik!? How in the name of the mountains are we to outrun an avalanche?"
A somber look came over the giant, but Dyvia pushed him again.
"No time to beat yourself up, Garand and Luna need our help."
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The display of power Luna gave made Theo pause, he was impressed by her resolve.
"Yes, I am blind to a culture not of my kin. All of you freaks should have died after Ragnarok orgone home when you had the chance. Your filthy magic is the cause of everything in Midgard and you will pay dearly."
Although his limbs we're still stiff from the half-elfs magic, he was still able to move with deadly agility.
Rushing the elf, he soon was pushed back by the shadow surrounding her. Another attempt found a tendril around his leg, which threw him into the dirt.
"Rather impressive, I will admit. I may make you a decent grave when I gut you."
Another rush brought a stronger reaction, the wall of shadow moving as one to crash into Theo, who could barely stand his ground against the onslaught. A final curse brought the second failure of Theo's day, he was thrown from the fight and down the mountain.