A second later, an object flew under my feet, in which I recognized a tightly twisted belt with throwing knives, and on which I successfully almost rolled over. It was not difficult to guess who armed me in the face of a far from phantom threat. Of course, it was Ankhor. I picked up the gift and, covering Amiya with myself, walked away to what I felt was a safe distance. Although, who knows what distance can be considered safe when your opponent is a magician. I managed to notice how the half-elf threw some sparkling rubbish at his father, who was reloading a small hunting crossbow. Everything inside was broken. Ankhor distracted Sandra with a shot from a hunting crossbow, giving me a chance to escape from the magical grip, after which he hid behind a low woodpile. But she did not become a serious obstacle for the angry magician. Through the roar in my ears, Eira's scream reached me.