Without thinking she slammed her shoulder into the floor and forced it open. The storeroom was unoccupied. Odd dried plants were stacked to the ceiling and filled most of the thirty by thirty-foot room. The ceiling was made of the same woody material that made up the walls and doors. Peculiar that underground buildings require roofs.
Ravenna heard footsteps and shouts. She closed the door and jumped behind a stack of the dried plants. Shouts came from the alley. Two Greelves pushed the door open. Two twangs of the elf’s usurped bowstring ended their lives. Ravenna’s aim was unerring from the distance of twenty feet. Two more Greelves burst into the storeroom. Two more arrows, two more deaths…
She only had three more arrows. Another Greelve came through the door and stepped over his fallen comrades. Ravenna rushed toward him and parried his first blows. The elf gained eye contact with her opponent and purred, “Stop fighting! I’ll have to kill you! Wouldn’t you rather caress my hair?”
Her long red locks were l matted not very appealing at the moment. Her simple Charm Spell failed. She parried another blow and took the wand from her newfound quiver and said, “Abe Linkin.” The phrase had empowered the scepter she had gained in the war against the giants. She tapped the Greelve with the wand. The wand emitted a spark when Ravenna touched him. The Greelve yelped and jumped backward. He turned and ran from the room.
“Not what I wanted!” Ravenna fumed.
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