*Crash*
Hadn't it been for the roar of defeat, Olivia might not have seen the falling lizard until it was too late. With graceful footwork, the elf launched herself back, her attire and hair swaying slightly from the quick, nimble hop.
Her eyes peered into the cloud of dust, finding the image of a gigantic black dragon that lay dead and had obstructed Olivia's current path. With it, came another crash, the elf flinching to the left as both her hands blocked her head from any smaller debris that launched itself into the air.
Straightening her lithe body, a corrupted aura rushed through her chest, the elf's nervous system registering it as the painful piercing of a sharp dagger as her left hand pressed against the area where Olivia's hard would be located. It did not take long for the origin of the corruption to emerge from the fading cloud of dust, a being cloaked in black robes.
In silence, the wood elf peered through the fringes of her dark-brown hair with her crimson eyes, observing as the figure brushed itself off in a manner that was unnerving to the woman. While she could feel pain mixing with the corrupt aura, the cloaked being did not seem to care about its dragon in the least.
Not a minute later, another dragon approached, this time flapping its blackened wings in front of the one mysterious figure, Olivia's ears picking up the muttering of the giant creature as two more figures jumped from the back of said dragon. Three, all sharing the same corrupted aura that kept piercing the elf's chest.
They were mumbling something, but the elven woman couldn't quite catch their words with her pointy ears. All that was certain, was that these figures were keen on taking down her, and Damascus. Speaking of which, where was he? Turning her body to the left, Olivia rapidly switched from section to section, her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the armoured man.
Biting her red lips, a concerned expression colouring her pale face, the elf turned back to their current adversaries, finding that they had made a pact to attack all at once. She shook her head, her brown hair gently swaying across her face as a hand gently brushed the few loose fringes behind pointy ears, while the other slid the wood-crafted bow from the elf's torso.
With a quick motion of her free hand, Olivia removed one of the arrows from its respective quiver, twirling it briefly before placing it on the bow and pulling back the string, her mouth uttering a single, calming huff when her right hand released the tightly-pulled string.
The arrow dashed through the empty space between Olivia and one of the cloaked figures, cutting through the air as it was nearing its target. Within seconds, one of her three adversaries had hit the dust, the arrow piercing through its throat knocking them back a feet or two.
Once more, Olivia launched an arrow, this time only piercing the target's left shin. While pre-occupied with finishing her immobilized target, slitting the figure's throat with her side-arm, the third and final figure had jumped in from behind the elf, too close to shoot, too close to do anything. Once again, Olivia hopped back, the enemy's sickle lightly tapping the side of her left arm as the elf jumped passed him.
On instinct, Olivia clenched her injured arm, dropping her bow on the ground as crimson-red liquid dripped down from the vertical cut. Once more, the enemy charged in, this time for a finishing attack. Too quick to shoot, too late to stand and jab her knife through its torso...
Hadn't it been for the roar of defeat, Olivia might not have seen the falling lizard until it was too late. With graceful footwork, the elf launched herself back, her attire and hair swaying slightly from the quick, nimble hop.
Her eyes peered into the cloud of dust, finding the image of a gigantic black dragon that lay dead and had obstructed Olivia's current path. With it, came another crash, the elf flinching to the left as both her hands blocked her head from any smaller debris that launched itself into the air.
Straightening her lithe body, a corrupted aura rushed through her chest, the elf's nervous system registering it as the painful piercing of a sharp dagger as her left hand pressed against the area where Olivia's hard would be located. It did not take long for the origin of the corruption to emerge from the fading cloud of dust, a being cloaked in black robes.
In silence, the wood elf peered through the fringes of her dark-brown hair with her crimson eyes, observing as the figure brushed itself off in a manner that was unnerving to the woman. While she could feel pain mixing with the corrupt aura, the cloaked being did not seem to care about its dragon in the least.
Not a minute later, another dragon approached, this time flapping its blackened wings in front of the one mysterious figure, Olivia's ears picking up the muttering of the giant creature as two more figures jumped from the back of said dragon. Three, all sharing the same corrupted aura that kept piercing the elf's chest.
They were mumbling something, but the elven woman couldn't quite catch their words with her pointy ears. All that was certain, was that these figures were keen on taking down her, and Damascus. Speaking of which, where was he? Turning her body to the left, Olivia rapidly switched from section to section, her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the armoured man.
Biting her red lips, a concerned expression colouring her pale face, the elf turned back to their current adversaries, finding that they had made a pact to attack all at once. She shook her head, her brown hair gently swaying across her face as a hand gently brushed the few loose fringes behind pointy ears, while the other slid the wood-crafted bow from the elf's torso.
With a quick motion of her free hand, Olivia removed one of the arrows from its respective quiver, twirling it briefly before placing it on the bow and pulling back the string, her mouth uttering a single, calming huff when her right hand released the tightly-pulled string.
The arrow dashed through the empty space between Olivia and one of the cloaked figures, cutting through the air as it was nearing its target. Within seconds, one of her three adversaries had hit the dust, the arrow piercing through its throat knocking them back a feet or two.
Once more, Olivia launched an arrow, this time only piercing the target's left shin. While pre-occupied with finishing her immobilized target, slitting the figure's throat with her side-arm, the third and final figure had jumped in from behind the elf, too close to shoot, too close to do anything. Once again, Olivia hopped back, the enemy's sickle lightly tapping the side of her left arm as the elf jumped passed him.
On instinct, Olivia clenched her injured arm, dropping her bow on the ground as crimson-red liquid dripped down from the vertical cut. Once more, the enemy charged in, this time for a finishing attack. Too quick to shoot, too late to stand and jab her knife through its torso...