Vashti's knees fell to the ground as she coughed blood. The laceration to her stomach unbridled fountains of red liquid as what seemed like a spear pierced through her belly.
"Heeeh. I thought even with the Half-breed you are; you'd still put up a fight."
The spear drew away from Vashti's back, which made her wrap her arms around her belly to conceal the bleeding. To make it stop. Vashti's body trembled as the blood continued to pour.
Silent steps reverberated across the entirety of the space.
"How many of you were here? Five?" It was the voice of a man—mockingly laughing at Vashti as he approaches her. Vashti slowly turned around, but her efforts were in vain as the man stomped Vashti low to the ground; his boots stepping through her nape.
Vashti held her staff firmly and then chanted a spell, a fireball to counterattack.
"Hoh." The man licked his lips. "You're quite going onto the offensive, considering that cute face of yours."
