Chapter Forty
Forming a small tornado with the wind whips, she sent all of them flying into the wall. One Halvling, who had quickly recovered from the attack, rushed back towards her. In a blink of an eye, its sharp teeth pierced onto her bleeding shoulder.
Gasping while biting down on her lips to prevent a gruesome scream from erupting from her throat, she quickly sent it flying into its companions by using a ball of air. Summoning roots that smashed through the ground, she continued to battle against the Halvlings, the blood from the wound on her shoulders flowing down to taint the rest of her disturbingly ruined dress.
Soon, the Halvling nose twitched as the poison began to take its course in its body.
Its mouth began to foam. Its body began to convulse, and it fell onto the ground with a loud painful snarl.
It was a horrible sight, as its loud shouts captured the attention of its comrades.