Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 5]

My thoughts were cut off as something burning hot brushed against my left shoulder. A yelp escaped me as I ducked forwards, but when I turned about, there was nothing there.

Two people laughed from ahead of me, however. "Well, well, well," the one in red robes grinned. "If it isn't the wannabe Sentinel from yesterday. I take it that reject turned you down?"

Had they attacked me? My aura felt fairly high still but there'd definitely been something that hit my shoulder, and the word `Pyromancer` above the teen's head seemed to suggest him as being responsible.

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 5]