65 Last Action Hero Part 1 (2/2)

My feet carry me ten feet toward the next opponent further back. This time it was a dark-haired she-elf with a slender wooden bow in her hand.

A memory flashed in my head of another she-elf nearly capturing me with a charm before I could kill her.

”Not this time,” I whispered.

I launched myself forward without any hesitation or fear, and in two leaps covered the distance between us. Still, she was quick enough to fire a shot at me.

Her bow sang. The arrow flew.

If only she knew that Fool's Insight was active. Maybe then she would have just run away. I doubt she expected how easily I blocked it with my shadowblade in the way Deadpool blocks bullets. But I'm sure she saw me coming as I plunged my sword into her gut.

The venomous words spouting out of her bloody lips was enough to convince me that she didn't deserve my pity.

”You stupid mud—”

Sorry, but I didn't have time to listen to her racist slurs. I pushed kicked her out of my way. Yet as I passed her by, I continued to hear her scream bloody murder at me.

”I will haunt you even in death, you filthy Mudgardian filth!” she rasped. ”I will watch from beyond as the goblins pluck out your eyes and wear it as a necklace. I will laugh in pleasure as the trolls suckle the marrow from the bones of your carcass! I—”

Geez, that elf had a mouth. I tuned her out and kept going, but her words might have slightly gotten to me as I was distracted enough not to notice the two elves who'd appeared to my left and right. Each one of them had an elven saber raised to strike.

Unfortunately for them, I never walked alone.

Four firebolts pummeled the she-elf on the left like a combination of explosive punches to the gut and chest, effectively knocking her out.

The other elf—a male with shoulder-length straw hair and a set of pearly white teeth to go with his pretty-boy eyes—never even saw Luca's broadsword swing down his back. He'd simply screamed in pain then slithered dead on the ground a mere three feet away from me.

I glanced toward my brother who looked like he was an extra in a vampire movie. There was just too much blood on his armor. Although it was clear from the lack of wounds that none of it was his.

”What took you so long?” I asked.

Luca jerked his thumb backward. ”Had to get rid of the guys you let through.”

There was another explosion. A whiff of burned flesh permeated the nearby air.

I looked down at the she-elf that had just been smacked by a firebolt in the face. Then I glanced behind me. Aura was there. The part of her face the mask didn't cover was flushed. Her cheeks were red. To me, she just seemed to glow.

”Hi,” I said.

”Hey,” she said back.

My eyes met hers, and I found myself staring deep into those blue depths. Aura was just that captivating in the heat of battle. Unfortunately, the enchanting spell that caught me in Aura in each other's gaze was broken by two words. Obviously, they'd come from Luca.

”You're drooling,” he teased.