30 Witch of Blood (1/2)

[Upgrade Completed]

[Summoning Witch of Blood]

In a flash of red, a young girl stood in front of me, the jingle of bells could be heard as she turns her head to face me. A tiny smile played on her small lips.

It was the same as the small 2D version of her, although, in more detail, since she'd actually been able to materialize into reality. Her long black hair reached almost to the ground and fell around her face farming her delicate childish features.

The eyepatch glittered on her face it glowing with a bloodied color light, her vibrant blood colored eye was turned up showing her amusement or joy. Her hands and feet were pitch black like they'd been burnt while the rest of her body was a milky white.

She still had that horrible rag of a dress on but she still seemed quite beautiful. I'd decided that if she performed well and we made it out of here that I would get her a fitting new outfit. Well, I'd probably do it, either way, it really ruined her look.

”I shall begin Alice,” her voice was still clear as a crisp morning breeze, but there was an underlying tone of savagery.

She moves before I could respond, her body moving forward. She raises her black charred hands, a deep sanguine light began to burn in the center of her hands and the blood that seeps out of the many corpses that litter the ground began to move slightly.

”Please heed my call, I'm the Witch that reigns over the blood moon, the one drinks the blood of the living, that bathes in the bath of blood,” her voice was a thunderous torrent of other voices. It was like a crowd of people were speaking with her.

The blood began to move, even more, it surged towards her. It began to swirl around her feet, some of the goblins began to take notice that their fallen brethren were turning into a husk of nothing as all their blood was siphoned out of their body.

Enraged, a few of the many goblins started to rush towards her. Her glowing red eyes flickered towards them and the pool of blood underneath her feet reacted, the blood crystalized into arrows, without pause they shot towards the approaching four goblins.

Each slicing through each of their foreheads rendering them dead. The blood of the freshly new dead also was being soaked up by her spell.

”Grant thy your blood, let it nourish my body so that I might crush my foe's and bath in their blood,” the thundering of voices seemed to quiet at the end of her chant.

The blood that had flowed like a swirling whirlpool underneath her body, climbed up her body. Encasing her body in all the blood, it began to condense. With a crying sound, the blood began to shrink.

In a breaths time, the blood had shrunk and condensed into ruby colored armor. Her body was covered in knightly armor. A javelin was in her hand, I could hear the sound of a heartbeat when I looked at the javelin. It was as if it was alive.

A war helm was on her head, she looked like a murderous knight with it on. It covered most of her face.

Without wasting time, she moved into the fry and began to cut down the ranks of goblins with her javelin. Each time she cut down one of them, their blood was collected without fail by the javelin rendering their bodies into husk without blood.

The tide of monster kept pouring through like a raging tide, but they were getting cut down just as fast now that there are three people working on thinning their ranks. The sound of battle was loud tempestuous.