Chapter 442: The Shamans of Evenfall Part 3
Stryg sighed and gestured to the class, “Again.”
The shamans and other mageborns glanced at Rowal, singed and bruised, then at the unharmed blue goblin. The class looked at each other uncertainly and muttered in nervous hushed whispers.
“This isn’t a debate, it was an order. If no one stands up I’ll begin choosing myself,” Stryg warned.
“I’ll face you,” a young woman spoke up and stood to her feet. She strode towards the dueling arena, her gaze never breaking away from Stryg.
He cocked his head to the side and his lips curled in a subtle smile. “It seems there is still some courage left among the shamans of Evenfall.”
“I am no shaman,” she snapped. “That ‘honor’ falls to her,” she said sarcastically and pointed at the older woman standing to the side, the archmage Vexia.
Vexia hissed at her disrespectful tone. The young woman hissed right back.
Stryg raised his eyebrow, “I take it you two are not on very good terms.”
“The Storm Howlers need no shaman. You have proven that today more than anyone,” the young woman said.