Snippet #2538211

Day 3

Abruptly, an orange-tailed burst of flame was fired into the midst of the bandits' reserve forces, scattering them. "Shit!" one of them growled. "Quick, get the hostages! As long as we hold them, they can't attack us...right?"

The moment soon as those words were uttered, Sylphine knew they could no longer wait. As quickly as possible, she bolted into the air from her position laying on her stomach, summoned her staff, and twirled it twice in front of her body, blowing a harsh wind against the bandits. They held their ground well, only being forced back half a meter or so, but the fact that all of them had been forced back allowed the emerald-haired maiden to land with no troubles between the cages and the bandits.

A gentle breeze threw Sylphine's hood off, revealing her set expression. "You won't take a step further. These people have suffered by your hands enough," she declared adamantly, pointing her staff at them.

The bandits stopped, not quite sure what they were seeing. "Hah! You're just a scrawny little girl!" one of them finally laughed, stepping forward and hefting a lance over his shoulder. "What could the likes of you d-"

In response, Sylphine shoved the head of her staff in his direction, sending him flying backwards with a blast of hardened air. His comrades could now see that her eyes were glowing, revealing crests styled after four-armed cyclones in her irises. "A lot more than you'd think," she replied, pointing her staff in the air. The gem at the top was shining even brighter.

An insane-sounding howl from the other end of the camp burst through the smoke. "Feed my hunger for violence, mortals! Bleed for me! Scream for me! DIE FOR MEEEEE!" Some of the bandits looked back in horror; even Sylphine herself almost lost focus out of fear from the daemon's shouting. But realizing she had the perfect opportunity, she spun around and brought down her staff as though it was a lance. Two blades of air crashed through the bandits, knocking them back and slashing a number of them.

Kicking off the ground, Sylphine surged into the air over the bandits' heads, hoping she still had their attention. Her staff danced all around her, sending bursts of wind at each of them to keep their anger solely on her. Come on, guys! she thought desperately, looking at the cliff where the rest of the group hid.