Vengeance of a Dark Elf

Dark Elf From Another World

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The stone doll that looked like me was approaching Zera. It was at a fair distance. She was launching spells at the doll and had little to no effect at all. She had two daggers but I doubted her daggers could do much against this doll. She was also clearly a mage and not a dagger fighter. The doll noticed both of us but it was pursuing only her. This probably placed suspicion on me and I could tell from a slight change in her expression. She only gave an expression three times since I had met her. She quickly put on an expressionless face.

As the doll was approaching her there were earth walls and quagmires cast to slow it down. Which was very effective. I was still standing at my original position. My parallel mind working in overdrive. I think I had five now coming up with possible ways to fight or flee it. With no knowledge of monsters in this world I had to use simulations and estimates from my old world in my head. I ran about fifteen scenarios on fighting approaches and five scenarios in which I would flee, of course dragging Zera were among some of them. I have to look out for myself after all. A friendly reminder that I am also unarmed. No weapons and no armor. And most of the 15 fighting scenarios would end in my own death.

I was noticing she was growing fatigue and it appeared that she was using quite a bit of mana. Im sure the price of the mana expending was worth it for a chance for back up to arrive if the doll was stalled long enough.

It was ten minutes after spotting the doll. Zeras mana seemed to be running out because she was looking more and more pale the more magic she casted.

Suddenly I felt a wave of nausea come over me and my pores were sweating all over. It felt like when I passed out when I was drawn blood for the first time when I was eight. Right now I feel like that time but worse somehow. I had momentarily passed out but I was standing the whole time while passed out. When I came to my senses I saw Zera restored and not pale anymore. My theory of me being a catalyst for other mages was beginning to gain more credit. After a quick thought process I theorized that blood could also be used for magic. If I could not use magic with mana because I didn know what to visualize I would just have to use blood. I was prepared to gamble.

My plan would involve putting her in danger and making me look like the bad guy for now. She used me without asking me. She used my ability to replenish her mana at an accelerated rate. I decided I needed to do something about it. I subconsciously created a defense mechanism to block people from using me without my consent. I decided to look like I was sitting this battle out and just observing. The doll was after her anyway.

After another 20 minutes of her stalling it, I was surprised that backup from another Zeknad had arrived already. There were three others that arrived. They were glaring at me with animosity. They arrived much too early and my plans were in disarray. They all noticed the doll was made in my image and one of them launched an arrow at me. I could tell one of the Zeknad was short tempered. She looked a bit younger than Zera. It seemed not all Zeknad were mages. Some were rangers or swordsmen. The arrow that was launched at me was much slower than the stone cannon that Zera shot. I anticipated its trajectory and evaded… for the most part.

My right cheek was grazed. Some blood was spilling. Though this was unexpected, my plan B could work out by using some of my own blood. Obviously, I didn want to make a habit of using my own blood to experiment with magic but this was an opportunity I couldn refuse. There was a potential of the other two dark elves that might charge me at any moment.

I had faster reflexes as a dark elf than my former human self. But I was up against dark elves who looked like they were in their prime, so that was pretty much like putting a kid up against an adult in my former world. The three were focused on me while Zera was fighting the doll. Why don some of them not help fight the doll? Maybe they thought the doll would be destroyed if I was defeated.

The blood was dripping from my cheek. I pictured a helmet in my mind. It was because another arrow with quick succession was launched and heading toward me. The arrow hit my face… So I thought. It was repelled by a helmet I had on me somehow. The blood formed a scarlet helmet. It must have been strong armor. The helmet made of my blood was very strong. If just a cheek graze was enough to create a magical helmet then I wondered what a lot of blood could do. I figured out that I needed a clear image of the material in my mind. I swiftly broke off the head of the arrow and put it in one of the pockets of the cloak I was wearing. I was visualizing a helmet I saw in a medieval museum I saw when I was in middle school and that is what helped me have a clear image in my head.

The third arrow was shot, though not as quick as the interval between the first arrow and the second. I could see that one coming and evaded it. I was very thankful for my new physique and agility. A swordsman closed the distance between us while the three arrows were shot. He went from an expressionless face to a face of anger and hatred. The third dark elf was now supporting Zera in battling the doll. The bow and arrow dark elf had to wait for openings to release more arrows but that proved difficult when the swordsman and I were in close range of one another. It is harder to avoid hitting an ally than you might think. So the ranger, decided to help Zera and the other dark elf by hitting the joints of the doll. Since the doll was still at a distance from her allies she could have a better shot at hitting those areas. The arrows proved to be of no use and some of the arrows missed the joints.

Now I was up against a swordsman in a close range battle. In my former life I gained combat experience with knife fights. I killed people with knives while being unarmed myself. A sword is obviously different though so I had to concentrate on his positions (which I knew must have been a sword art style), while watching an extension of himself attack. There was no way for me to know this worlds martial art styles but most styles are methodical so I had to try to anticipate the strikes and feints.

I noticed an aura around him enhancing his strength as he was attacking me. I was evading his strikes somehow with my agility but I couldn hold that off for long. He was going to cut me down anytime soon. I couldn get out of his range because any step I turned away made me more vulnerable to be hit. I was going to use his strength against him and disarm him. He extended his arms for another strike and I grabbed his hand around his hilt and my legs were wrapped up near his shoulders and I spun twirling around. It was kind of like an Indian twist burn on the wrist but on a large scale. I twisted and snapped his shoulder and elbow joints. He dropped his sword. I somersaulted away to avoid a potential kick from him. I grabbed the arrow head, which I had in my pocket, in between my index finger and middle finger, all in one summersault motion. I flung the arrow head as hard as I could and it hit him in the forehead. It seemed his battle aura saved him from anything serious but he was bleeding. Putting my throwing speed aside, the white stone arrow head was sharp and hard.

I used that blood and made a scarlet dagger. The blade looked really sharp. The blood magic I use has an element of telekinesis. That is the reason I have the dagger in my hand and not on the ground right now.

I threw the dagger at his wrist and it chopped off his hand and a lot more blood was spilling. I used that blood to make a sword. Now I had three items made from blood magic, enough for me to face the doll. I decided to heal the swordsman dark elf. I just mimicked what I felt when Zera used me. All of his wounds were healed instantly. No scars and the blood was somehow replenished. Healing magic was not a time reversal thing but some other kind of magical property. I felt relieved when I learned this because I didn want the items I made to be erased or something like that. I noticed his confused expression on his face.

***

My name is Zotan. Im usually a calm and collected fellow. I don know what spurred me on to take action without thinking it through. Zishna was even faster to react in retaliation to the strange dark elf kid. Maybe I acted on impulse because I saw her take the initiative. Something told me this was going to be a battle due to lack of communication. I should listen to my guts but having Zera be in trouble was also contributing to my impulsiveness right now. I started running toward the dark elf kid while Zishna was firing her arrows.

After the first arrow was shot I was giving myself hope that we could defeat this kid. I was sure this B rank earth golem was the summoned creation of this kid but I still felt something was off about the kid. He must be powerful to be able to summon a B rank monster. His subtle expressions in reaction to each arrow gave me the impression there was more to it than that though.

I heard the second arrow make a clinking sound and noticed a strange looking scarlet helmet. I have heard of blood smiths before who could craft weapons, armor, tools, accessories with blood magic. Was this kid a blood smith? When I was younger there was a blood smith guild I came across. They had a lot of rules and regulations. It was one of the more shady guilds out there and that was contributing to the anger on my face. The Zeknad were not supposed to display emotion.

I saw the kid evade the third arrow and I was just about in range for my sword. He was quick and agile. My battle aura was not quite at the armature level but not putting on the battle aura would be foolish if I didn know anything about my opponent. I attacked and he evaded many of my strikes and feints. He was clearly an experienced combat fighter. I also had a feeling he wasn going all out in this battle. I mean, sure he was unarmed but he was also a blood mage, I couldn underestimate him. He contorted my arms and shoulders and I dropped my sword. I felt a wave of panic come over me but I couldn let that cloud my judgment for this situation. I was prepared to kick him but before I could he rolled away. Without any warning, he threw something at my forehead and I felt blood dripping from my forehead. It was an arrow head that struck my face. I was thankful for my battle aura because that could have been much worse.

The spilled blood was floating and moving towards him as he was crafting something with it. I wasn even bleeding obsessively and it was enough for him to make a dagger. But then I noticed his dagger was in his hand. He was able to move his items made from blood with his mind or something like that. Is that what all blood smiths are like?

Now I was showing obvious panic and distress to my enemy. He threw his dagger at my arm and it sliced off my hand. He must have used his mind to throw it at that incredible speed. A kid his size couldn do that with just their physical prowess. I had no way of blocking it or evading it. I was bleeding a lot now. He was letting me bleed out a bit more. I had to bind my arm with dislocated joints to stop me from bleeding out. I was confused why he didn just kill me now. I immediately forgot that he needed blood to use magic as a blood mage. Blood in this world has a similar property as mana and therefore has similar spells that can be cast. He made a sword with the blood spilling out of my arm. The sword had a hilt that looked to be covered in leather but it also had a scarlet red blade. The blade was shiny and reflective.

Then he healed me. Healing others was something the rare amplifiers in this world could do. He could have just been a powerful healer mage but growing a hand out of nothing is something even elite healing magic couldn accomplish. And this was a kid. Getting to be an elite healer mage would take many decades of practice. He had to be an amplifier.

I was so confused. I had many mixed feelings. I was feeling angry about being defeated so easily, I was relieved to have my life spared, very thankful for being healed, and I was his enemy at that. I engaged in this battle without thinking and deserved to be killed by him. He appeared to have a lot of control throughout our short battle. I was so thankful for his mercy. If anything, being demoted or fired from my position because of displaying emotion, wouldn be a just enough punishment for me. I was about to say my thanks to the dark elf kid but he was already walking away from me towards the earth golem. I made a sound with my voice as if trying to say something and he responded without looking back at me with words I couldn understand and waving a hand at me.

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