The battle comences

All attention is on you. Are you friend? Are you foe? Nobody seems to know. Not even you.

From the pack, a group of trolls charge at you not waiting to find out. The leader of the little group dives at you with reckless abandon, but you easily dodge the clumsy attempt. The three other trolls swinging their clubs with murderous intent all miss also. Turning around to face them head on you scoff.

"If this is the best they can do it's no surprise the current state they are in."

You draw back your wings to their limit, feeling the muscle fibres stretching and pulling. With a flurry, you slice the air causing a tornado that rips through and tears the trolls asunder. You feel fuzzy.

"What the hell was that?" you ask yourself.

You feel the eyes of the dark lord watching you intently.

While deep in thought an arrow strikes you from behind, piercing your shoulder. Spinning to look you see one of the invaders reaching for his quiver. It must have been him.

"Coward!" You shout. "What happened to the so-called 'honour' of the Elves?!"

Seething with hatred, eyes fixated on your new target, you begin walking towards him.

Arrows keep flying at you hitting nothing but the wind thanks to the careful use of your wings.

Goblins come running at you from all directions only to find nothing but death.

This persistent feeling of fuzziness from every kill confuses you. Yet from every kill, you feel revitalised. The wind you make is getting stronger, your tail is getting lighter...

The battle rages on, and the sole target for the invaders and the defenders? You.

Slowly getting closer to the Elf that shot you, you notice him start to panic. His skin turning pale and sweat pouring out.

The sea of goblins doesn't seem to be thinning out, countless numbers have been destroyed by your hook-bladed tail.

"This is getting annoying." you think.

Beating your wings you take off into the sky.

"Finally, I have a moment to think."

With arrows still flying at you, fireballs and lightning now head in your direction as they now have a clear shot, you rapidly spin with your wings to create a barrier of wind.

"Nothing is getting through that for a while."

You pause to assess the situation.

"This is taking too long."

Your mind drifts back to Lucinda.

"She doesn't think that I am strong enough to survive." you think "Then I shall have to show her just how strong I really am, won't I?"

You drop back to the battle with a blast of wind.

It's time to get serious.