(LXXI) Alliances

Suddenly, James was surrounded by six Elven Hunters with spears, and bows and arrows pointed at him. He raised his hands, surrendering. One of the hunters stepped forward, bearing the mark of the Martial Hunter—a face James recognized as one of his subordinates in his squad. 

"Well, well, look who we have here!" The hunter sneered, "James, the fallen hero, ambushed yet again. You're a disgrace to our kind."

James said nothing, his eyes narrowing as he took in his former comrade's hostility. The hunters led him through the Living Dead Forest, expertly navigating the twists and turns of the maze-like forest until they passed through an invisible magical barrier that would keep unwanted trespassers lost.