The darkness isn't enough to conceal their presence. They are trying to walk as silently as they can but the cave is betraying them.
Every step, an awkward creaking will produce that is enough to awaken the creatures inside. Blindbats, Echospiders, and even Venoworms underneath.
"Kill him."
The sound grows, the slow pace ascends. The vague music that they are playing become clear. Clangings, probably are armors.
Two mighty warriors, marching to their end.
A sharp sound breaks the rhythm of their feet. Metal against metal. The first man unsheathes his sword.
Thud.
An iron clashes a hard object, probably he penetrates the sword on the ground. And as usual, he will say the spell name.
"Earth Blades!"
Too easy to predict.
Hundred of sabers rise and grow towards where I am sitting with an intention to kill but before they finally reach my face, they stop.
"Don't make any unnecessary movements."
With too much pride but lack of courage, he appears together with his thick metal armor. And planning to fight against me, one on one.
Pfft.
"In the name of Enuvia's Empire, accept your defeat!" He points the iron sword towards my face, though it is meters away, the glimmering saber almost blinds my eyes.
"Finish him."
"Air Blades."
Thousand of raging winds come all over the direction and fly towards me.
"Overgrow."
The grogginess of my voice almost makes me choke, I haven't say a word for a quite long time. It comes out more of a murmur or vibration than word, but nevertheless, the spell summons.
The wild grasses that are planted randomly in the place stand and tie themselves together to make a not so large but enough barrier for my seat.
His attacks reach my protection but nothing penetrates, the wind is too easy to handle or his power is just that weak.
"Expected."
He come from nowhere and appears on my back with his sword ready to make the damage.
But too slow.
"Argh!"
Clang. Clang. Clang.
His hand losses the grip of his weapon and sends back by a mere slender root. He receives injuries that take half of his consciousness and 80% of life.
Poor Knight, covered by armor but pulverized by a root.
"So."
I shift my gaze towards the second man, he is walking slowly and taking the last moments of his life leisurely.
"The rumors and legends are true. Faeries use the nature as their weapon. That's how you shall do it Elaine."
To be continued.