Jackal Among Snakes

Nikoletta stared down at a head. She had a strong image of Rovostar in her mind—big, brawny, bald, clean-shaven… but his time on the run made him grow both a beard and hair. And his big body was half-buried in the sand, bleeding even now. He hadn’t even been able to mount a defense—the elves were efficient. He and all his servants were dead. All they managed was a scream.

She had been envisioning this as some desperate struggle, but it was a complete slaughter. Most of that result was due to the man next to her. He was a wood elf and an A-rank mage, and he had been particularly zealous in helping her recover her father. Her father, Duke Enrico, was sitting off to the side, a little bloodied, malnourished, and ill-treated…but decidedly alive. And that was what mattered.

“Argrave told me there’d be a woman with them,” she looked at the elf who’d been so helpful thus far. “Georgina. Did you kill anyone like that? She’d be a mage.”

Every single one of the wood elves she’d seen had red eyes, but this man had rich green-blue eyes that danced like a pool of water. When she’d asked him, he said it had something to do with his A-rank ascension.

“I’m afraid not,” the elf said smoothly. “Only men in their number, I’m afraid. Or extremely ugly women. I don’t care to check…”

Nikoletta laughed through her nose quietly.

“I can say firmly no one escaped,” he added.

Nikoletta nodded. “I’ll ask my father about it, then.” She focused on him. “I have to thank you for trying so hard. I’m not sure that my father would have made it if not for you…” she trailed off slowly.

“Perhaps not,” the elf shook his head. “But I think it best that elves and humans cooperate. It’s in their best interest, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nikoletta nodded. “Indeed. And… what’s your name?”

The elf smiled broadly. “Dimocles.”

Nikoletta blinked for a few moments. She didn’t know anyone by that name, but… even still, it drew her attention for some reason. “That name… it’s from Vasquer, isn’t it?”

some coincidence. You can see these on my head, can’t you?” Nikoletta looked at them—indeed, his ears were elven without doubt. The man continued, “You can pull

propositioning her. “No thank you,” she politely refused. “Is there some material way I

family heirloom. I can’t very well

I can do that.

places,” Dimocles smiled. “Anyway… I’ll

father the duke. She walked towards him eagerly, overjoyed to finally put this nightmare

away. Behind a tree out of sight, he retrieved a mirror to watch as he stroked his ears. As he stroked, they stretched a bit further out. After examining them

to go fine,” he

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with a powerful foe—namely, his [Bloodfeud Bow]. He might take out a large chunk of the ants, sure enough, but the rest of them could reform to recover from the damage that he caused.

insects. It had no true weaknesses—not elemental, at least. And with things like this, it was time for Argrave to fall back into

Argrave shouted. “Need you to focus on watching me, stop me from getting hit or snuck up on. And I… I’m

“Alright!” Orion, meanwhile, put his hand on Argrave’s

to the side, while the other faced upward at the giant constructed of ants. Its face seemed terrifying… but after a deep breath, he barely even realized

echoes spread out of his body. One by one they spread, again and again, until they were twenty. Argrave felt a headache developing from focusing on so many things, and if he’d needed to focus on keeping himself safe this would have failed. He

Bullwhip], and a thorny tendril hundreds of feet long erupted out of his hand. The blood echoes called upon

army behind him… but twenty B-rank spells of devastating power met it, cutting straight into the meat of their constructed body. It endured

back and try again. Twenty more whips came—crack, they echoed, the sound multiplied by the sheer volume of blows. Crack, crack, crack, they went, maroon tendrils spanning the battlefield to cut

up his wrist, he fell to his knees, his concentration broken. All of the blood echoes returned to him. The [Electric Eels] swirled about the air, a small star of lightning. With so much damage already done, he willed all of

capable of killing most anything Argrave had

lightning coming, they must’ve separated. He had intended for the shock to spread through all of them, but they split apart, and only a large clump was hit. Hundreds burst into blinding light, but hundreds more fell to the ground unharmed. They formed into smaller