Snippet #1591945

Alphonse woke up dazed. The demon had hit him in the shoulder, rendering his left arm completely useless. Well, that could have gone better. It appears that the information is false. Which means that the author is an imbecile and all information in this book is useless. Great, I won't even be able to present the king my new compound properly. "You, healer woman. You are a healer, right? I don't mean to but into the wonderful conversation you were having with this elf... woman... thing but my arm isn't going to fix itself. Don't look at me like that. You should be honored to help the man who will be seen as the greatest mind of the- damn!" He nearly let himself be tricked by the demon again. The demon was about to get the jump on the him again. Did the demon think he was an idiot? No one uses the same trick on Alphonse Ruize! With his good hand, he took out two vials, throwing one at the demon and the other at the ground. The one that hit the ground was a smokescreen that blanketed the area with vision blocking smoke. "Panther! The demon is covered with chicken broth! Attack accordingly!" He looked at the healer again. "Fix my arm, if you please."