He exhaled that drawn in breath, and abruptly slammed his knuckles together. “Binds of the iron dragon!” Immediately, chains shot from his extended hand. The creature had no time to get away as the chained wrapped around it. It cried out, and immediately, the mage’s terrible guilt was immense.
Before he had time to react to the creature’s cries, an arrow silenced them. The lead hunter had stolen his kill, and seemed to be quite satisfied with himself. The chains clattered upon the ground, a deafening silence settling afterwards. His immediate reaction is embarrassment and shame, as he had let this man take his kill. Not only that, he’d wasted the magic and the time on this. He had let this happen.
However, his embarrassment quickly turned to red, hot, anger. He clenched his fists, turning to look at the man. “What, you can’t get a kill without my help?” He sneered, leaning closer to the hunter. “No wonder you don’t have any food.” His voice is bitter, scorned by the man’s actions. Had he been unprovoked, Gamon would have never said such a hurtful thing.