Alkan fell back upon the ground as the other man bowled over him, struggling to get away from the conflict. He growled and exhaled sharply, straining to get a look up the hill. He pushed himself up slightly with his hands then paused, receiving a glimpse of the night elf as she turned to step forward. She watched the burning mage, his attention still devoted to tormenting the younger girl huddled in the corner. The old priestess began to chant, calling out to the heavens as a new heat seemed to add itself to the equation – a familiar heat, a heat of life, yet a heat that would snuff out the life of this infidel.