⟬ Elsewhere... not in the Plane of Fire, nor in the Plane of Dirt... ⟭
The doors to the Core Room burst open.
It was an Elven door, so it didn't have hinges... but if it did, those would have been busted, too!
The Elf-Captain bounced off the uneven floor, tumbling and rolling and getting all sorts of f*cked up. He left behind a sick trail of blood, as well as bits of his green skin.
He was still alive.
His mutant physique and the triple-thick wood mana in the air made him hard to kill.
But if Kimura Taree knew exactly how to fix that.
--she just had to kill harder.
The tough sonuvab*tch struggled to the kneeling. He lifted up his broken sword as if it could save him.
Ree crossed the distance in a mana-empowered leap.
Her kick struck the side of his neck.
His sword didn't do shite. A shattered blackstone edge wasn't enough to pierce Ree's skin.
