Cast a spell from the elf’s spellbook

You raise the book and trace the words on the open page. You mumble the arcane words written and ink and open your hand to release the power of the arcane and…

FWOOF

A massive gust of wind erupts from your hand pushing the minotaur 20 feet away from you.

“How!?” The minotaur shouts finally breaking his silent demeanour. His companion pulls herself off the ground and speaks.

“Ngh it’s an old elvish book. It’s significantly easier to use if you have elvish blood.“

“And I’ll use it again!” You yell. The minotaur bows his head for another charge but the elf grabs him by the horn.

“It’s not worth it. Come.” The dark elf darts for the tree line and is quickly followed by her burly companion.

Phew, I’m glad that bluff worked. No way I have enough energy to keep fighting after that spell.

You drop to the ground and breathe heavily trying to recover your strength. After a couple calm minutes, two figures approach from back the way you came.

“This better not be more bloody bandits…”You whine staggering to your feet and readying your spellbook.