"Man the front lines!" bellowed an Adventurer, his voice echoing loud enough across the battlefield; you could feel the authority behind his words.
He raised his sword high and it sparkled in the softened glow, a reflection of the havoc surrounding him, a moment in time as he raised it just in time to deflect a fireball that roared toward him.
The burning ball exploded as it clashed with his sword, heat shooting through the air, the fireball fading into the smoke-filled sky.
The soul energy encircled the blade, and his striking eyes burned with fury.
Letting out a war cry, he pushed on, strands of brown hair streaking out behind him as more of the searing fireballs ripped through the veil of smoke and flame towards him.
He moved so fluidly, so perfectly — each swing of his sword deflecting another bolt of flame and sending them crashing to the dirt below.