Southern Front 2

Matheson critically dodged the treant as it charged into the mound of smouldering corpses.

Almost like a choreographed dance, he dipped to the side at the last second as the treant came charging past, its menacing antlers pointing forward as they searched for his flesh.

He sneered at it with a sly smile as it charged harmlessly by, directly into the pile of corpses - of course, he did tap it with his sword as dashed by.

*CRACK!!!~*

For a moment Mathesons ears were ringing, his vision all white as power from the spell-storm descended before him.

Right in front of him, lightning had suddenly crashed down onto the treant, a pure white flash crackled through its body for a moment as it was stopped in its tracks before collapsing helplessly onto its own kind.

“Only a few more steps forward and that would have been me,” he thought as he looked whimsically at the steaming wood.

He was glad that he got some easy exp from simply tapping his rapier on its ass as it passed by.