The Elfbone Extraction [M]

[Erik Vrell]

Erik was in a bad shape. He was burned, bleeding and barely conscious, but he had to do something to help. He opened his cloak and tore off a strip of the black tunic underneath. He used the strip to somewhat bandage the stab wound from Galel. It wasn't the most effective way of treating the wound, and it still hurt, but he wouldn't bleed out while fighting now. He looked around quickly. He noticed that Galel and Tataros were distracted with Triest, who was in a tight spot at the moment. Erik picked Mageslayer up off the ground and rushed towards Galel before he noticed Erik had gotten up. Unfortunately, Galel heard Erik clumsily pick himself up off the ground and turned around just in time to see the burned psychic charging towards him. He managed to deflect a potentially fatal blow aimed at his heart, which instead stabbed into his shoulder. Galel shoved Erik back and muttered to himself before aiming an overhead swing at Erik's sword arm. The maimed psychic was barely able to block the attack and realised how weakened he was. He was still able to move faster than Galel, although not as much as before, but his physical strength was severely weakened. He was only able to fend off Galel with a combination of speed and luck. He desperately hoped for something to distract the Legionairre so he could gain an advantage. Erik was on the verge of running when he heard a small voice coming from somewhere on Galel. When he heard it, the Astarte hesitated for a second and was caught off-guard by another of Erik's swings. This time he was able to deflect the blow with out being harmed in the process. Erik was beginning to think that he might have a chance in the fight when Galel decided to end it. "I am bored of you human." The legionnaire roared as he picked Erik up by his throat and walked over to the same ledge Erik have tripped him off. "Fighting in that state is...impressive, but lets see if you can fight after this." Galel said and dropped Erik. The psychic didn't have a fear of heights until after this moment. As he dropped he managed to grab onto another floor for a few seconds, before his makeshift bandage tore and his mind exploded with pain. His vision blurred and he dropped the final two floors. There was a resounding thud as Erik hit the ground but he didn't feel anything. He was unconcious before he hit the ground. Galel watched this spectacle from above and felt a sense of sadistic joy when he heard the psychic hit the ground. "That's one less problem we'll have to deal with." He said to no one in particular.