Chapter 32: 32: The Fight Continues

You cast [Shadow Bolt] in the back of the giant dryad that’s been harassing your sister. It’s a direct hit! He staggers but stays on his feet. Then he turns in your direction.

The leader of the bandits sends another fireball at your sister, but at the last second she rolls out of the way, jumps to her feet and, with fury in her eyes, dashes at the bunny-eared young man.

You cast [Shadow Bolt] again to finish off the dryad, but, just as it is about to hit him, the dryad vanishes for a split second and reappears at the tail end of the purple bolt, as it flies further behind him and hits the stone wall. The dryad keeps walking in your direction.

You cast another [Shadow Bolt] and, with—a small delay—[Drain Life]. The dryad once again disappears right before your spell hits him, but this time, when he reappears, the green claws of [Drain Life] dig into his body and return back to you bringing life essence of the green man. He again stops for a moment, dealing with another hit from your spell, but shakes it off and runs toward you.

Fucking, stubborn bastard! You curse and double down on your offensive spells since they are damaging the tree-man. However, the dryad first disappears dodging your [Shadow Bolt], but reappears to the side, thus completely bypassing the claws of [Drain Life]. The next [Shadow Bolt] is again dodged and when he reappears he’s in your face and punches you in the gut.

“Blurgh!” you empty the contents of your stomach as you collapse to the ground. The sausages probably never expected to see the light of day again, and yet here they are—right next to you, half-digested. Your eyes water from the sheer shock of the pain.

You wipe your eyes and for a moment look past the two tree trunks that are the dryad’s legs and see what the rest of the battle has turned into. Most of the mess hall is a literal mess. And now you are able to put a “face” to the noise and screams that your brain did not bring to your attention and kept in the background up to this point.

You see two men running in opposite directions, flailing their arms and screaming in agony as they burn alive. The huge-chested girl in a short sailor skirt and with long bunny ears places both of her shields— each large enough to cover the dryad you’ve been fighting—in front of her and ducks behind them. The next second you see an explosion of pure fire, forming a ball larger than the those that Xi has been throwing at your sister. The handy work of three giggling imp girls, working together. They smile at each other, as men are turned to cinder by their handy work. Then they draw their daggers and jump at any of the men still moving, stabbing them repeatedly until they do not.

The spider-woman continues causing chaos, despite already having two arrows in her. She enables your loli imps and bunny girls by rooting the bandits in place one by one. Finally, the spider-woman’s head is removed—no—erased from her shoulders by an ice pillar that lodges into the ceiling. The girl with long purple hair stands below the spider as it falls and disintegrates into thousands of small particles before hitting the ground.

A petite girl with a snow-white bob haircut, bunny ears and a fluffy bunny tail sticking through her sailor skirt lunges at the purple-haired girl but her rapier is blocked by an ice wall that the girl forms with a wave of her hand.

Amidst the chaos, one loli imp climbs on top of a wounded, bleeding young man and proceeds to all too enthusiastically stab him over, and over, and over again. She doesn’t notice a shirtless mountain of fat and muscle walk behind her, with a hairy chest and a grizzled chin. One of his iron boots has remains of thick spider webs, which he must’ve broken out of with sheer strength. He carries a morning star, holding the handle with one hand, bracing it on his shoulder. The spiked ball is larger than the imps entire body.

The small loli keeps stabbing and laughing and doesn’t even look back. This results in both her and the man she is on top of being crushed like watermelons, leaving a puddle of blood and guts. The imp’s remains disintegrate into tiny particles. You're down to four of them. And now you don't even have enough energy to resummon them again.

The dryad picks you up by the collar, looks you in the eye and says in a low and slow voice, “Who are you?”

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