Danisan bared sharp fangs. Fletcher set his jaw, well aware that his hulking partner could bodily pick him up and haul him off the battlefield if he took it into his head.
“Humans are foolish,” Danisan hissed at last. His favorite saying.
Fletcher’s face broke into a smile upon hearing the familiar, endearing words. “I love you, too,” he quipped.
Danisan did not return the sentiment, but Fletcher didn’t have the time or energy to be bothered by it. The elf turned east to address the Moorfainian threat while Fletcher turned west.
There was chaos on all fronts, and the army’s attention was split every which way. Split attention translated to ineffective fighting.
Fletcher entered the fray of the ranks, moving toward a knot of healer elves. They’d gathered around a smoking crater, pullin
