Senna

Quickly turning a corner, Senna separated herself from her mentor to assist the few villagers. The mist didn't attack this time; it ambushed. The concept baffled her, but she didn't have time to let her mind linger. She had to stay sharp. Her green eyes flicked over to a figure crawling away from a wraith. She raised her weapon and narrowed her eyes, letting the pure white beam roar to life.

Senna pulled back her relic pistol and peered down at the smoky remnants of the wraith she had just blasted apart. The wisps curled and faded, freeing the startled villager.

"You alright?" Senna asked, offering a hand to help вы up.