A swift gust of wind flew right past Furagand, slicing part of a tree behind him. As the attack flew past him the elf had jumped to another branch to grab a knife that she had stashed there.

Kalev had made his way to the man that was knocked down just a moment ago to take him to safety. While he started to drag the man, Armas had made his way slowly to him.

“How’s your wounds?”

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Armas answered while blood was slowly dropping from his forehead. “That bitch got me good with that forsaken wind of hers.”

The two dragged the body behind the trees, and made sure he was still alive. Armas wiped some blood from his face and stood up to go back to the fight, but Kalev grabbed his arm to stop him.

A great boom was heard before Kalev managed to say anything. The elf had created an explosion with her wind above the clearing, trying to disorientate the group.

As they were clutching their ears, she jumped from the tree with great speed and slashed one of the warriors, opening his throat. She quickly jumped back to the treetops, dodging Harid’s axe swing.

Furagand managed to throw a bolt of fire where she landed, but missed as she managed to jump over it.

After getting his bearings back from the explosion, Otso readied his shield and spear again. He locked his gaze to the elf and readied mentally for the fight. Blocking out his emotions from seeing people he knew dead. Making sure that this time, the kill would affect him negatively, as she is not the same as his first kill. She had killed people, people he knew.

As she jumped down towards Furagand, Otso managed to thrust his towards her. He didn’t manage to connect but it made her dodge it, and not hit Furagand.

As she landed at the base of a tree, Furagand had hurled a flame barrage at her, barely missing. The forest had started to catch on fire from all the flame spells that Furagand had thrown.

Harid rushed towards her, shield high. She quickly chanted a spell. “O wind, the great wind. Child of Skirsvip, give me your power to swipe away my enemies. Give me a gust of wind to throw this fool away!”

Harid was quickly blown back away from her, barely managing to land on his feet. While he was getting his balance back Otso had started his charge towards the witch.

He ran straight towards her and trusted his spear once close enough, missing as she ducked and kicked his shin. Otso lost his balance but before she sliced his neck open Armas had a swing at her.

Kalev had managed to sneak closer to her from the forest after making sure Armas wouldn’t bleed to death. He swiped his axe, missing by hair's length as she ducked again, this time Kalev managed to bash her with his shield.

She quickly recovered and managed to get back on the tree tops, even when the flames started to pick up. Now, she was standing on a flaming tree, anger clearly on her face. Furagand took a shot at her with a fireball, but she blocked it with her own spell.

She quickly sent out two slashes of wind towards Furagand and then jumped at Kalev, trying to land her knife to his neck. She hit Kalev’s shield and swiftly kicked him, while dodging a spear thrust from Otso. A Blast of wind targeted at Otso flew past him and hit Harid as he was making his way to help.

She subjected Kalev to a flurry of knife attacks while also keeping Otso at a distance. She was clearly trying to get Kalev, but only managing to inflict small cuts as he kept her away with his shield masterfully. He blocked and dodge while Otso did his best to hit her with his spear.

Harid managed to get close to the three, while Furagand could not do anything in fear of hitting his allies. Harid had a good swipe at her but still missed.

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“O wind, the great child of Skirsvip. Cast away these men, blast them away with a great gust. Make them suffer a thousand cuts!”

As she ended her chant a blast of small sharp gusts of wind barraged Harid and Otso, cutting them both. They were stopped for a moment, a moment enough for the witch to slash Kalevs face and sink her teeth on his shoulder. A cry of pain left Kalev, before he managed to kick her in the stomach.

“You bitch!” Kalev yelled while grasping his shoulder.

She just smiled with her knife like teeth drenched in blood.

Harid throws his axe at her, while Furagand finishes a spell to hurl at her. Both of them miss and the forest fire just grows in the background. They are starting to be encircled by the flames from missed spells.

The witch lowers herself into a weird stance from which she leaps towards Kalev who quickly raises his shield to block her attack.

She hits the shield, landing on it with her feet first and kicking herself into the air and back to the ground.

Kalev drops to one knee, his shoulder bleeding heavily and now a knife on his stomach. He falls to the ground.

Before the witch can react, a spear has slashed open her left side, just under her ribs. She manages to dodge before Otso bashes his shield to her head. She quickly glances at the fresh wound, but Otso has already closed the gap.

He thrust his spear in rapid succession, managing to hit her once more on the leg. Now beside Harid’s axe he had thrown, he thrusts his spear one last time letting go of it and graphing the axe from the ground.

The witch grabs the spear to defend herself, but Otso breaks it quickly with a one swing. She takes the broken off head of the spear to use as a weapon. She swiftly tries to stab but Otso blocks it with his shield.

The witch is starting to lose balance as Otso keeps relentlessly slashing at her with the axe. She quickly jumps to a tree, hanging from a branch.

“Wigbrand the flame king, bless me with your flames to protect me, with your inferno of flames let me burn my enemy!” Furagand quickly shouted out his incantation and a burst of flame flew towards the witch hitting her arms.

She dropped down to the ground and was quickly met with Otso’s axe cutting her chest shallowly. She left out a small cry for pain as she managed to move back.

Otso, now out of breath and breathing deeply, raised the axe over his head to bringe revenge to his fallen friends, to kill the bitch that had taken Kalev’s life in front of him.

“O swift wind, o child of Skirsvip. Lend me your protection, your great power to escape my perilous situation!” She quickly chanted and tried to use the spell to leap away, but Otso catched her leg before she could get away.

He brought her to the ground with force, hitting her head. A burst of blood sprouted from the wound on her chest, staining her red. She quickly raised her head to look at him. Anger and grief had filled his eyes, there was no way for her to bleed for her life anymore.

Otso swiftly dropped the axe on her face, splitting it in half.

He left the axe right there where it landed and made his way towards Kalev, slowly. As he got to him, it was just a body, his soul had left him. He took his body to his arms and started to walk back to the camp.

Harid went to cut the ears off of the elf as trophies and a proof of the enemy they faced to Otthar.

Armas, who had looked from the sidelines, was shocked from what he had seen. It took him a moment to start following Otso as he had walked past him, but before he could Furagand had given him Kalev’s axe. “Take it, we need it for his funeral.”

The flames had claimed a few of the bodies already and the one that could be saved were left to be burned as was custom.

Harid ran to catch up with the group with Otso’s spear in hand and his own axe in another. He had cleaned his axe quickly and put the ears on a rope on his waist.

The camp was hastily getting packed up as the flames were starting to come closer and closer. Most of it was already packed in the ships ready to go but Otthar was waiting near the woods for survivors.

As he saw a small group coming from the forest he rushed to them. “What happened there?”

Harid hands over the ears to Otthar. “Some elf attacked us deep in the forest, no idea who.”

“Go to the ships, we need to leave.” Otthar commanded while clutching the ears in his hand.

As the last of the surviving men got to the ships they made haste and left the place. The flames now close to the camp burning their tracks.