In the Jungle
J
ake launched himself into the air to avoid the charge of the four clones, and just in time, as the space he had just occupied imploded from the impact of four paw-swipes infused with potent space magic.
He pushed his wings to fly faster as he felt the approaching beasts. Twisting his body, Jake turned and shot off blasts of arcane mana while also landing a Mark of the Avaricious Hunter on all four of them. Not for the damage, necessarily, but also to keep track of them.
Four forms flanked him during his ascent. A part of Jake had hoped they wouldn’t bother chasing him, but clearly, they were out for blood. Two usual responses would appear in this kind of scenario: fight or flight. Jake’s survival instinct was by far his most potent one… and not a single doubt was in his
