Alons

"A very old woman who could see into the possible futures." Alons sighed. "I doubt I'll ever see her again even if I do return home."

-

Alons was not agreeable to what he saw before him. He did not know the man before he was corrupted. He had already tried to save these few people already from this fate, and he'd face the fire before them if need be.

"Willow, I think your knife is a poor weapon against fire. Keep with Mags."

Alons launched two arrows at the summoner, or whatever he was, one aimed for his jugular, the other his stomach. He hoped it would at least distract him, or preferably kill him outright.