With a moment of concentration, a tracery of veins runs up the arm holding the blade as a certain amount of blood is sacrificed as the wounds on Adjutor's left arm close up almost immediately. Meanwhile, the pirate, his location betrayed by his mana, levels the flintlock again.
Not this time.
Adjutor is already moving, letting the shot, a tiny packet of mana, slip harmlessly past him as more fire birds burst from every possible direction. Unfortunately for them, Laivatain had just gotten finished with their brethren, using the energy it gained to turn into a majestic eagle as it circles about, doing its best to keep the lesser birds at bay.
Meanwhile, the pirate seems to be making his way to a different spot. Unfortunately for him, his mana still gives him away, clearly marking him as he moves from one piece of cover to the next.
"Moeskarne," Adjutor says, more to himself than his unknown assailant, Reinforcing himself as he continues to track the pirate.
You can't hide...