Life couldn't be any worse. I'm currently running away from a battlefield where I saw my adoptive father's death, and now I'm just on top of a creature without knowing where I am heading. I suppose it's too late to say this, but I hope I can make it out without dying; death isn't exactly pretty.
Hundreds of arrows have flown past my head in the past few hours while I keep putting my trust in the Dragonaki. We have been lucky so far as none of the arrows have pierced the Dragonaki, and almost all of them hit me; I still have some of the blood sausage left, but even that isn't reassuring as my regeneration takes longer every time I eat.
It's been only around an hour since I ditched the main army force, and so far, their cavalry division has been quick enough to keep up with us, but something is off. I don't know why I feel like I am being led into a trap because riders keep suddenly disappearing into the fog of the mountain.
{Arrow whoses}
There they went, even more arrows incredibly close to my body. Thankfully, none of them hit me this time. Still, unfortunately, they finally hit the Dragonaki's leg, causing it to trip violently, sending me flying down the road until my body crashed against a rock. "AHHHGG!"
I try to stand up and run, but my legs fail to obey me, and I can see why once I look at the damage on my body after such an abrupt stop. My right leg shattered at the time of impact against the rock behind me, and it's now profusely bleeding. To my misfortune, I didn't even have more blood sausage left, so I guess this was it.
I would bleed out on the icy floor of the artic after trying my damn best to make it out alive. I ditched my adoptive father and survived the cold temperature of this region, and still, this was it. What an awful, pathetic death to behold; here it goes: I am dying, am I not?
No! What am I saying!? Didn't I make a promise not to surrender that easily!? I've been blessed with a regenerative body, and there's no guarantee I will reincarnate a second time, so I can't die! I don't want to die! Without any other option, I quickly draw my bow and arrow from my back and prepare to shoot against the cavalry of over forty men.
What was I thinking? A little magicless girl like me against forty-armed men in Moose!? I think to myself while my hands tremble, my resolve still strong, but the reality of the situation fills me with fear. I finally control my panic and aim toward the leader.
I shoot my first arrow against the one at the very front, and to my surprise, my arrow lands firmly against the man's chest, causing him to fall from his horse, followed by retaliatory fire from the remaining men, who manage to hit me twice as I couldn't move much still.
If I could only get a taste of some blood, I could regenerate enough to move. My mind races, with only seconds left before the imperial troops reach me in their fast-moving Moose. {Distant wailing} The injured Dragonaki to my left reminds me that whether it's friendly or not, blood will still heal me; I'm sorry, buddy!
Five seconds before they are at my neck. With a quick maneuver to throw my body, tumbling downhill, I break my leg even further, but I land next to the dying Dragonaki two Seconds before death. In an anxiety-filled mind, I manage to focus enough to bite down on one of the creature's legs, quickly sucking up blood, which rapidly starts healing me as fresh warm blood is more effective.
{Sword unsheathing noises}
"For the emperor!" One of the men yells as he aims for my head, but it is now too late for him, for I have drunk enough blood to recover some form of movement. Without much logic, I choose to sacrifice my legs by jumping toward the man, letting him slice my legs clean off at the trade of jumping directly on the man's neck.
I am immune to sunlight for some reason, and light spells can't reach me because I have this constant anti-magic barrier around me which means that as long as I have blood to consume, I can't be killed. With that in mind, I bite on the man's neck and suck him dry before he can even try to shake me off.
Now, on top of the moving Moose, I take the reins off the beast and steal the sword from the rider's hand. As he slowly dies from lack of blood, I drink him almost dry. With the older rider now being useless, I cut his ropes off and dropped him into the ground before forcing the beast to turn around so I could try to take down the rest.
It's okay if I get shot or even lose a limb. I can regenerate fast enough to survive. I just have to hope that my stamina and my reflexes are quick enough to avoid a shot to the face or getting beheaded. If that happens, then it's game over. My skin slowly starts steaming, and while I still don't know how or why my body feels stronger and greater than ever, was that the KP energy within me?
"You don't kill me! I KILL YOU!" My enraged voice probably sounded cute to all the men in their Moose until I cleverly baited one of them to head straight for me.
Unluckily for him, I already planned to ditch my Moose and go straight for him. As he tries to cut me down with his sword, I cut the top rope of the saddle and throw my body to the right, causing the saddle to go sideways at the very end, evading the man's sword. I grabbed onto him with my hands and bit down on his leg.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? GET OFF ME! Get! OOFF! UUGH! UH!" The knight tries his best to shake me off, but I refuse to let him go while his comrades shoot relentless arrows at me and his Moose. I fall over with the dead man under my control, which I use to block incoming arrows until most of them realize what I had been expecting for over an hour now.
Their arrows might've been plentiful, but they would run out of them sooner or later, and then they would be forced to either melee me to death or flee. My skin steams even more as I notice the muscles in my body slowly grow until I rip the sleeves of my blouse and tighten the corset under my belly.
Human blood had an accelerating taste as I couldn't stop drinking the men dry three down thirty, seven to go. "She's a vampire! Use light magic on her now!" Another man orders his men to start attacking me with light magic, which they seem to forget has zero effect on me; combined with my newfound speed and the smoke from all the attacks, it gives me the perfect window to approach one of them in plain sight.
Hundreds of small magical attacks approach me, but they all vanish before even getting close to me, as I had noticed. Perhaps not being able to use magic wans't so bad after all! If the curse of anti-magic were supposed to slow me down, then I would turn it against the gods that had placed it on me! I refuse to die!