"Hmmmmmp!"

I dived to the side.

*BLARGH!*

*WVHOOOOOOOM!*

"Shit!"

I used my sword to block the coming mace. 

*CLANK* 

*Thud*

I was sent flying. "Ack!" Ahhh, that hurts!

It was daemon by the way, an ancient evil. Atleast according to my memories. The daemon was 8 meters tall. He kind of remind me of a doomguard°, except he has no wings; and he has a skin that is deeper shade of red , not that you could see it at the moment, littered with wounds and all; and his head is surrounded by darkness like a fog, with green eyes shining through. His horns piercing at the sides. He also has a body that looks skinny and bulky at the same time.

... Okay, maybe not. But it is a decent comparison, probably.

"Haa!" He was a tall, fair and handsome man. He has a long blond smooth hair. Long pointy ears. A fair skin. As you would expect, an elf. Not even scratches and injuries could ruin his looks. He looks as dashing as ever.

The elf slashed at the daemon's back. The daemon turned and deflected using his mace.

*DTIING!*

He then swung down using his axe. The elf blocked the strike with his shield, "Ugh."

*BLONNNNG!*

*Huff* *Haaa*

My turn. I ran towards the daemon's legs. Then I stabbed his leg.

 *RGHROOOOAAARGH*

He kicked me.

I was sent rolling. Owwww.

The elf took advantage of the moment, slicing of the daemon's hand, but not before he was struck on the side. He too was sent away.

*WHHHIIIIINNNNGHHHHH*

Shit. The daemon threw his axe at me.

*THEEEUUUUGH!*

I coudn't react in time. I was hit in the stomach.

Then the daemon ran towards me, his mace raised.

The elf, recovering, shot an arrow at the daemon's knee. Where'd the bow come from?

*WHOOSH*

*Thud*

The arrow found its target. Wow.

The daemon stumbled, shrieking, clearly feeling the pain.

*Hoooooooooooooo*

The elf shot another arrow, targeting his head. The daemon used his horn to deflect the arrow.

The elf did not stop shooting one after the other.

*Haa* *Haa* *Wheeew*

Mustering the remaining strengh I have, I ran towards him, and stabbed the wounded knee. I fell. He shrieked.

*RGAAAAAAAAGH!*

The elf, finding an opening, shot his arrow. Headshot.

*WHIIIIIIIIIIISSSZZZZ*

He shot another, this time the chest. Then the neck. Then twice the stomach.

The daemon fell flat on his face.

Not wasting a second, the elf approached and decapitated it.

*Huff* *Haaaaaaaa*

Thank goodness. Finally over.

...

" *Haa* *Hoooooooooo* We finally killed it. Are to still alive?"

The elf rolled me on my back. Be gentle Orlando°°.

"Ow."

"Ooh, that is horrible." The elf looked at my stomach. Hopefully no guts fell out. Then my face. A gash on my cheek.

He placed his hands on my stomach and face.

"Grit your teeth." Huh?

His hands glowed and-

"!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

"Endure it, child." F*** off. Shit-

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" 

"Stay still." How can I-

"KYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"There. Atleast, you can still walk." The elf smiled. Gawd.

"Oh, *huff* *huff* is that *huff* so?" I retorted.

...

This is my first day in this world, I think. We're under a mountain.

 

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°its from Warcraft

°°Orlando Bloom played Legolas in LOTR