"You are dead b***h" Mac's dark husky voice echoed around the bar and the cheer of the people became even louder. They were really enjoying themselves. Mia took in a deep breath placing her fist in front of her and spreading her legs as she got ready for the inevitable... Mac's fist lit up and he moved up to her, there was no way she could beat a mage 'where the hell was Meon?' she thought staring around for the young lad she had saved.
"Damn it" she ran up to Mac avoiding his fist and jabbed his elbow, a flaming fist came flying towards his face but was blocked by a bar stool. Meon pulled her away from Mac and frowned at her "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Saving your ass" she muttered pulling him away from an incoming boulder...boulder? She turned to see one of their atta
