“No, come back!” Of course the stupid mage didn’t listen to the Drow Ranger and she rolled her eyes. He thought himself invincible and acted accordingly. Which had almost gotten him killed several times now and the Drow really didn’t want to babysit him anymore. Especially since she was in the same danger, when she trailed him. But together they had at least a chance of survival.
“Why can’t you listen to me for once?” Annoyed at having to run to catch up with him, the Drow kicked at a branch in front of her. It didn’t fly away, but instead bounced back and hit her in the shin. “Oi, fucker”, she breathed.
The mage used his haughtiest look, his chin raised, down his nose, not even bothering to turn his head all the way. “I am the mightiest of all mages. I go where I want to. And stop insulting me, or I’ll hex you.”
The Drow Ranger opened her mouth to say she’d talked to the stick, then closed it because it would sound as if she were dumb. Besides, she knew that it was an empty threat, they were allies, the mage wasn’t able to hex his allies. She understood the meaning behind it well enough, though, and she also saw that because of his arrogance he’d never back down. With a sigh, she resigned and accepted her fate.
“If you follow me around like a stray dog, at least try to be helpful and watch out for threats.” The mage didn’t even look at her as he talked this time. Instead his gaze was focussed on the forest in front of him, while the colourful orbs he used for his magic and that circled around his head changed from blue and yellow to pink.
“Don’t you think you are a little… conspicuous with all that?” She waved her hand, indicating all of the mage. The orbs, which glowed softly in the shadows of the trees surrounding them, as well as his white and golden robes, with so much layers of cloth, they made him appear twice his size. Not that he was small to begin with, he was at least a head taller than the Drow, even without the clothes.
The look he levelled at her was freezing in its cold intensity. “I’m the Invoker, everyone should fear my might. When they look at me, they shall recognize my grandness.”
For a long moment, she stared at the mage, then she turned away from him. “Crazy fucker.” This time she made sure he didn’t hear her. She didn’t leave, though, because they were in enemy territory and at least the mage was skilled. No matter how arrogant, she was now safer with him than alone. And with another sigh, she scanned their surroundings, searching for threats as the mage kept walking.