[Marcello saw the arrow go to the sky and the fire blowing back; he took in a deep breath and forced down his pain. Then he ran away, sprinting in a line first, and then weaving into a curve. It was that, or be run through by the light. The rays came down at his back precise, to the point where they ran through his coat, and even burned a small hole through it.
He ran for safety at the nearby forest that bordered the clearing. It seemed to take him a long time to reach a tree, and he even stumbled at the end as he dragged his body behind one and reattempted to heal. He was breathing heavily as he relaxed against the bark. He could shelter from the arrows here, and even had the intent to draw his brother in.]
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He ran for safety at the nearby forest that bordered the clearing. It seemed to take him a long time to reach a tree, and he even stumbled at the end as he dragged his body behind one and reattempted to heal. He was breathing heavily as he relaxed against the bark. He could shelter from the arrows here, and even had the intent to draw his brother in.]