Chương 586: 3
Sentient blades needed a soul of their own. They were known to be able to grow as well. They devoured certain cores to grow. Usually they wished to devour the same kind of core as what they were made from. If they were forged from a wolf beast they would desire the cores of wolf beasts.
Maybe it was the soul that my soul blade wished to devour. Had I known that the soul blade could consume sentient blades I might have put more effort into finding some for it. I guess I knew now. I dodged in incoming attack by ducking beneath it. My muscles twinged a the awkward rotation.
A human body wasn't meant to bend that far. I kicked his foot out from beneath him before he could change the direction of his blade. My next strike went for the gap between his armor. It looked weird because I was basically punching him in the armpit. The power behind the strike dislocated his shoulder, and sent him flying away.
He wouldn't be able to use that arm anymore even if he wanted to. I danced back to dodge a few more of their strikes. I wasn't used to fighting a group so this was both very exciting, and unpredictable for me. I could observe most of them using my spatial senses, but they weren't a perfect defense. I pulled in my spatial senses so that I could only observe what was within my reach.
Reaction became reflex. My speed increased drastically now that I didn't need to think to move. I let my body react while I was looking for an opportunity to strike. Some of the elves surrounding me were starting to get clever. Two or three striking at the same time kind of clever.
Lightning coursed through my veins. I didn't need to dodge them all when I could just knock them all back. Lightning shot out of me in all directions. This forced all the elves back for just a second. A second was all I needed.
I cut across the distance between me, and the closest two. I gripped them tightly by their forearms. Slamming them together like my own personal living hammers. The other elves were horrified as I used their allies as both hammers, and shields. Slamming the other elves away with mana enforced brute strength.
The more times I whipped them around the more damage I did to their arms. With how badly I'd dislocated their arms, and the additional damage I was doing by swinging them around I was starting to think I might just rip their arms off. I swung both of them around in a high speed circle before letting them both fly into my nearest enemies. Both were in critical condition, and had long since lost consciousness. If they didn't get treatment immediately they were likely to lose the ability to move those arms, and bleed out.
Then I realized that there were no enemies near me. It seemed that during my wild brawl they'd decided to switch to a long range tactic. Maybe they assumed that because I was dangerous up close I couldn't be as proficient from a distance. Dozens of enchanted arrows shot my direction, and I deflected them all with a powerful gust of wind. This was starting to get fun.
I could see their auras going wild as my laughter echoed across the courtyard. The longer I fought the more my body warmed up. The warmer my body was the more strength, and speed I was able to express. The longer they drug this fight out the closer I got to the same amplification that my wrath skill granted me. I didn't quite understand how exactly this worked, but I loved it.
I was watching a light show of confusion, fear, rage, and even a bit of loyalty coming from the elven guards that insisted on holding their ground despite how much damage I'd done to them. The black bow that appeared from my spatial storage exuded a lethal aura of it's own as it pulled all the darkness near me towards me. Partially obscuring me from view as the darkness it gave off tried to eat away at me as well as everything around me. Bryce had named this particular creation the black death. It was one of the few weapons I had that wasn't made from dragon scale.
Bryce considered it a failed product because the metal had fused far too well with the darkness element. You literally couldn't use this bow if you didn't have a strong enough darkness affinity to stop it from consuming you. It granted every arrow that left it's string the darkness attribute. The darkness that came off the bow consumed magical, and physical attacks that came within range. Slowly feeding the corrosive effects of the darkness.
Even in my hands this bow would eventually amass enough power to start eating away at me. I could reduce that corrosive effect by launching enough arrows to consume the corrosive darkness. I pulled the string back as another volley of attacks was launched at me. I didn't bother blocking these ones since the bow would need the energy soon. An arrow made of lightning manifested on the string.
Darkness flowed into the lightning. Turning it into black lightning. I released the string, and was already pulling it back again by the time the arrow struck, and killed it's target. The next arrow I manifested was black ice. I kind of wanted to know what effects darkness would have on various elements once they fused with it.
Now was as good a time as any. That meant that the bow had become a trademark fox weapon now as well. Oh well. I launched the next arrow. Even though the elf tried to dodge he was still hit.
I'd maxed out my marksmanship a long time ago so I was actually more lethal with a bow then I was with a sword. It took me about an hour to adjust to using a bow, but once that was done my accuracy soared. Maybe I could have some fun sniping tomorrow. They wouldn't even see it coming. Nah.
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