It was but a heartbeat before the first arrow reached its target, burying deep into the demon's left eye socket with a disgusting sound. It screamed, filling the nearby area with its wailing of pain and anger, yet it certainly was far from dead. Even though its peers were surprised, they moved slightly, causing the following projectiles to miss. Samara bit her lower lip, muffling her discontent before leaping forward the fastest she could. A solid short sword she had been given when she was leaving Darnassus rested comfortably in her palm. With as little as a flicker of her wrist, she struct, once again surprising the demonic lot. With her momentum, the slash effortlessly passed through the imp's fragile frame, cutting flesh like a hot knife through butter. Some dark, near-black, thick liquid burst from the open wound, staining the woman and the grass.
Fyrerenna was somewhat pleased with the effect, yet her luck ran out, leaving her mere steps away from the remaining demons. Guided by some survival instincts, she pulled the corpse towards herself when, between the wounded monstrosity's hands, flame formed. A moment later, she stumbled back, pushed by sheer fireball's impact. The night elf's eyes slightly watered, smelling the burnt flesh. Her mind screamed at her to run, but she overruled it. With her teeth clenched, she threw the partially incinerated corpse towards the nearest foe. The white-haired woman barely spotted the next spell coming her way, leaving her with hardly any option but to take it on with her shield. A hardly muffled grunt passed through her tightened throat. Even though her bulwark was iron and withstood the flames, it needed to be discarded immediately as its surface burned into Samara's flesh.
With her only form of protection gone, Tyrande's daughter needed to finish this fight quickly, or she would be forced to rely on her dexterity. Not too keen to play with fate, she charged forward, catching up to the wounded imp with relative ease. Instinctively, it clawed at her, trying to keep any semblance of distance between them, but she evaded the sloppy attack, splitting the demon in half the next heartbeat.
The black plasma smeared Samara's face, slightly hindering her vision. She spat on the ground, trying to get rid of the liquid intruding her mouth and filling it with a disgustingly salty taste. Yet before she could turn around to face the last remaining imp, she heard it moving, the grass crushed under its clawed feet. A moment later, a subtle wave of burning sensation spread through the night elf as she failed to dodge the attack entirely. The demon's paws brushed against the exposed skin of her right arm, piercing it and leaving a long but shallow line that hardly bled.
Author's notes section:
Please, note that the dialogues written in italic are thoughts.
I know that this story is kind of in a weird state; I'm planning to go through the previous chapters and rewrite them or at the very least adjust.
As always, I would like to thank you for everything. See you soon :)
Changelog:
[2023-12-17]: A preview has been released.
References:
- Armageddon Clan - Battle Beasts (keep listening to this whilst writing)
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