Berserker

Chapter Hundred-Eighteen: The Berserker

Nige and Sam gave each other space so their projections wouldn't clash and stretched their hand forward as if they hand an imaginary arrow in their hands.

Nige closed on eyes as he envisioned, a fiery line was drawn as he drew his right hand back and the flames were a vibrant yellow with some parts red.

It was a low flame and was coordinated within line of projection. "Okay, your turn…." He didn't shoot at waited for his friend.

Sam stared at the place were the arrows are supposed to grow from, he drew his hand back but a whitish energy grew from his hand, then from the top, fire engulfed it wildly but not wild enough to break out from the arrow.

Zenith found it impressive that he coated his wind energy with fire first, the boy already had strategy at a young age.

Nige smiled and the two positioned at the mark they were given. "It better gets there."

"it will." Sam said with a grumpy tone.