Rafael had always killed the witches mercilessly. He had never cared if they were men, women or kids.
If he would die, they would be able to live freely again. They would be able to gain everything they have lost. He did not know how the war had started but he could end it with just one arrow.
His pupils dilated when he remembered all those cries he had suffered thorough by losing his family and members of the coven.
His eyes shone and the arrow that was lying on his feet started floating in the air.
Even if someone would see it, they would not doubt him. He was a human for them not a witcher.
The arrow started floating when slowly it pointed towards Rafael. It started trembling as the will of its master was not yet strong.
But he clenched his hands and focused. Soon the arrow danced with the air and flew towards Rafael who was still busy in facing so many attacks at once.
