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It took more than a couple of minutes for the white-haired Asur to stabilize the witch elf's condition. To be perfectly honest, she was not entirely sure whether she did it out of compassion or out of the pure lust. All Akali knew was that she wanted the gorgeous woman to survive.

After what felt like ages, the Druchii started to breathe steadily on her own. To the ranger, it was a reward itself, after all, she was not a medic, nor she knew how to use magic to heal.

As soon as the main threat was dealt with, the white-haired soldier focused on the open found on the stomach of the Dark Elf woman. Again… her lack of medical knowledge hit her hard. In the current situation, there was little that she could do for the wounded black-haired elf. She could clean the cut, bandage it, and forced the injured to take a sip of a strengthing potion that she had in a bag.

It was a decent plan in Akali's eyes, so without further delay, she began to fulfil it.

First of all, the Shadow Warrior searched the bodies of the dead Shades. She was looking mainly for some potions, bandages, water, maybe some food. Thankfully, she found a little of everything in their pouches. One of the waterskin that she managed to find was half-empty while the second one was nearly untouched. Without blinking, the young elf decided to used the more used one while cleaning the wound.

The first few drops of the water were poured out on the cut. Akali wanted to know whether she could force the body of the witch elf to extract some of the dirt on its own.

As soon as the water reached the bruised area, the face of the black-haired elf was twisted with pain. The fresh blood poured out of the cut, taking nearly all of the mess alongside itself. Akali smiled a little. For her, it was a small victory, but there was more work to be done.

The ranger waited till the wound stopped bleeding before cutting fabric into small pieces. One by one, she poured the water onto the items. When she was satisfied with them, she started to clean up the cut. As gently as she could, she wiped the red stains out of Druchii's stomach. Then, Asur focused on the edges of the cut. With every single swipe that she took, more and more blood was bleeding out of the bruised area. Thankfully, she managed to seal the wound with the clotted blood. She knew that it was only a matter of time before it would open itself again, but for now… it should do. A couple of moments and the clean fabric was wrapped around the wound.

Akali looked on her own hands with a little disgust. They were painted red currently. With the remaining water, she washed them.

Out of a sudden, something caught her attention. The young woman could no longer hear the breathing sound of the wounded elf. With a terrifying expansion all over her face, she turned around as quickly as she could to check on the Druchii.

The black-haired woman was slightly bent. She was using her arms to support her own weight while she was trying to sit up. One quick look was all that was required for the white-haired Asur to know that she was in pain. Her noble features were twisted in a grim of pain. It was safe to assume that the witch elf was not entirely sure where was she, or what happened. The Druchii was staring at Akali with her eyes wide open, she was holding her breath as if she wanted the young girl to forget about her.

"How do you feel?" Akali managed to say.

"I… I… I… you're going to kill me, right?" the black-haired elf mumbled after a few moments.

"No… I want to know what happened here, and you're the only one left who can answer my questions," the white-haired woman tried to respond as naturally as she could.

"So… I'm your prisoner now, right?" the Druchii sighed heavily. It was clear that Akali failed to sound as she wanted.

"Partially… yes," the ranger replied after a second of hesitation. "What's your name Druchii?"

"Evelynn… what's yours?" the wounded woman said in a weak, shallow voice.

"Akali," the Shadow Warrior provided an answer. "Is it still hurting you?" she asked while pointing with her finger onto the bandaged area.

"Yes…" Evelynn whispered. "What's going to happen now?"

"I'm going to take care of you, then we'll have a talk," Akali explained. "Trust me beautiful, I've already put quite an effort to keep you alive, I'm not going to risk. You aren't dying on me," she assured the wounded Druchii.

"Who are you?" the black-haired woman asked in a risen tone a couple of moments later.

The tone in which the question was asked, surprised the assassin. Up to now, the dark elf was using a low, slightly sad voice, but it was no longer a case. Currently, the anger could be noticed. Akali looked straight into the eyes of the witch elf. What she saw were two orbs of deep brown colour that have a resemblance to a cat's eyes. They seemed so primal, so intoxicating. The eyes were slightly fogged as if the woman was poisoned or was not fully conscious.

"Who are you!?" the growl escaped the throat of the dark elf. "What are you going to do to me!?" another question was asked.

"Shh… relax… I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help," the white-haired woman panicked. She did not know what to do in the current situation, and the sudden twist of it did not help her at all.

"You aren't one of my kin!" the dark elf spatted through clenched teeth. "Who are you?! I'm asking one last time."

The Druchii reached out for something at the very back of her belt. Before she could even react, the short, curved blade was drawn.

"I… I… I'm Akali, I'm Asur," the ranger mumbled seeing the dagger.

"You're lying!" Evelynn shouted on top of her lungs, dashing forward. "You were sent by Annerith. Say it, you fucking liar!"

"Wait, wait!" Akali shouted. "I don't know who Annerith is, I…" she tried to explain, but there was no time for that… if she wanted to survive, she needed to dodge attacks of the furious black-haired woman.

Even though Evelynn was severely wounded and just a couple of moments earlier, she could barely move, currently she seemed to be in some kind of a trance. The witch elf was attacking with primal frenzy like some kind of berserk. She was not afraid of anything.

They were fighting on the very bottom of the hole where Akali found the Druchii. There was not enough space for the ranger to even properly dodge the furious slashes that the dark-haired woman was launching. Soon enough, Akali's back hit the edge of the pit, leaving her without any way out. All the Shadow Warrior could do was to press forward. The problem was that she possibly was not a match against the witch elf.

Akali spotted that the bandage started to soak with fresh blood. It was just another problem that she needed to deal with in the given situation. The fight must be resolved, or Evelynn might bleed out.

With a bit of luck, the ranger managed to grab both forearms. She tried to put as much strength into the hold to force the Druchii to let go of her weapon. Sadly, as she had feared, Evelynn seemed to be stronger than her in a given moment. It wasn't an unbeatable gap, but it was still noticeable.

Even though the ranger managed to hold on to her grip, within seconds, she fell onto her back. The gorgeous black-haired woman was hovering over her with the blade that was no further than two inches away from Akali's body. The white-haired was not sure how long would she be able to keep up with the witch elf.

Her mind was a complete mess. Millions of thoughts were running through it without any direction. The Asure tried to think about her current situation, but she could not focus. With any better plan in her head, she pulled the black-haired elf toward herself. Akali willingly allowed the curved blade to sink into her soft flesh.

A burning sensation ran throughout her entire frame when the dagger pierced through the fabric of her tunic. Her skin, a thin layer of grease, muscles were not a match for the hardened steel. With glassy eyes, the ranger somehow managed to muffle the scream that was born inside her throat. Every passing moment was only adding pain.

The Asur knew that if she did not proceed with her plan, soon the witch elf would start to move the blade, the woman would start to tear her muscles apart.

Without hesitation, Akali pulled Evelynn even closer. The black-haired woman was too close to be able to maintain her grip onto the dagger. With a low growl, the Druchii let go of her weapon. On the other hand, the ranger encouraged with a little success, enveloped her firm arms around the furious dark elf.

"Shh…" the white-haired elf managed to breathe out. "I'm not here to hurt you, I'll help you."
"You're the minion of Annerith, you can't fool me!" Eve was still shouting, trembling as much as she could to lose the Asur's hold onto her.

"No… I'm a real Asur, I was sent here to scout," Akali whispered quietly. Her strength already started to fail her. There was not much time left for the young woman to convince the Druchii to believe her.

"Prove it then!" Eve demanded.

"I have an amulet on my neck…" the white-haired Shadow Warrior whined. "Take a look of it… all citizens of Etain are given one of these when they became adult," she added in a weak tone.

"Let's check that, shall we?" the dark elf woman replied in a venomous tone. "If you lie, I'll skin you piece by piece, lair!" she threatened the girl below her.

"I… I sware that I'm telling the truth," Akali whispered while loosening her grip onto the witch elf. It was a double-edged sword, a final decision. If the dark elf decided that she wanted to kill her, she could do it right now.

"Let me see then," the dark elf woman whispered.

The dagger was withdrawn from Akali's shoulder.

"That's it," the ranger sighed inside her mind. "That's how my life is going to end. I'm sorry mother… father… I've failed you in so many ways," she continued while the tears started to roll out of her eyes.

Akali closed her eyes, said a short prayer, and she was ready to die. Not really ready… nobody is ever prepared to truly die.

The black-haired witch elf was looking at the woman who saved her. Even though her eyes were still a little bit foggy, with the passing time, her sight was becoming clearer and clearer. With every fibre of herself, Evelynn wanted to believe the younger woman. Still, her entire life taught her one thing, not to trust anyone.

For a couple of extended moments, the Druchii kept starring into her blade that currently was soaked with fresh blood of Akali. Or at least blood of the person who claimed to be Akali, her mind added. With every single passing moment, the blade was taking a more detailed shape in front of her eyes.

It took maybe a minute or 2 before she could spot the runes that were engraved on the hilt of the dagger. As soon as it happened, she knew that from now on, she could believe her eyes.

Without more delays, Evelynn averted her brown eyes from the weapon and focused on the woman lying beneath her. In fact, the young elf looked like Asur. As far as she knew, the woman's outfit was matching the usual armour of Shadow Warriors, but she could be mistaken. During her time as a servant of Annerith, her master was frequently testing her. She was sending Druchies after her. Some of them were clothes as usual dark elves, some clothed as Asur. Still, none of them had the traditional amulet of Etain. If the girl below her had it, it would be easier for Evelynn to believe.

Without hesitation, the Druchii lowered the blade and cut through the top part of the girl's chest piece. It was made of rough leather, so the dagger had no problem running through it. She could feel that Akali was trembling, being perfectly honest, she could not blame her for that. After all, the so-claimed Asur was at her mercy.

Soon enough, the chest piece was ripped apart, and the dark elf had access to the ample cleavage that was her doing. Through it, Evelynn could she the breasts of the Asur clothed in a simple bra. The witch elf must admit that it was a tempting sight to behold. But what was more interesting to her, was a small necklace that was lying on top of the woman's bosom. It presented the symbol of elven god… more than that, it was a symbol of Asuryan. So… it was the truth, Akali was Asur, she came from Etain, maybe… just maybe, there was another way out of this situation for Evelynn.

"You told the truth," Eve whispered in a quiet tone.

"I told you… I have nothing to gain by spreading lies," Akali slowly replied.

"Come then, we need to talk," the witch elf responded without wasting any time.

The ranger breathed out heavily. She was going to live, for how long, she was not sure, but for now, it was not that important.

As soon as the black-haired woman took a few steps back, the Shadow Warrior sat up.

"It's going to be a really long talk," she exclaimed in her mind.