QuincyScout

I hide as the last quincy,
Acting as the emcee.
Spirit spreads across the land,
Pouring from my very hand.
Watch as monsters burn and kill,
Doing all by my will.
walking in the dark of night,
Hunting with a bow of light.
Hunt me if you so much dare,
But mercy is not what I share.
I am hidden in the very land.
Power brimming from my hand.