[h1]Chapter 1 - Clashing Paths[/h1][b][color=darkred]Part 4 - Cythril, Alnaera and Gael[/color][/b]
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The party made good progress in their clash with the giant dragonfly. While the oversized insect's movement were too fast for them to follow, after a few clashes the three-person-team had managed to grasp their opponent's move pattern. For example, it would seem that the dragonfly was actively avoiding Cythril whenever it swoop in to attack, and that the creature was rather sensitive to magic, and will avoid mana waves whenever present.

Either by sheer luck or by harmonious cooperation, Cythril and Alnaera's firing of spells one after the other had turned the flow of the battle on the party's favor. Cythril's lightning, while failing to hit the dragonfly directly, had forced it to stay at lower altitude where Cythril's weapon and spells would be the least effective. Combined with the nuisance from Alnaera's fireball, the dragonfly's patience were running thin. As it swooped to off the female spellcaster, it had basically doomed itself. Tendrils of darkness sprouted from the tip of Alnaera's staff, and anchored the creature to the ground, making every movement slow and cumbersome. Then, with the intention of finishing the monstrosity off, Gael sprung from her hiding and slammed her bow at the dragonfly's compound eyes.

A wet squelching sound erupted as silvery-green liquid burst from what were once the dragonfly's right compound eyes. It was a sticky, stinky substance that burns one's eyes and nose - figuratively, thankfully. Though perhaps Gael were eager to say otherwise. Being the closest to the vicinity, her hand and face were splashed by the liquid and made it impossible to open her eyes - or breathe properly, in that matter. Her attempt to wipe the substance off, too, had been unsuccessful given that both her hands were also covered with the annoying goo.

An eye for an eye, it would seem.

Meanwhile, the dragonfly trashed around in pain, and managed to break free from Alnaera's shadow binding, and let out a shrill cry. Landing on its six feet, its remaining eye glowed white as its wings began to flap and flicker with silvery light. Then, with another cry, six blades of wind erupted from the creature, and straight at the group of three.

The two mages were ready for the attack, but the same could not be said to the archer. Still blinded and distracted by the pungent odor of the dragonfly's blood, she seemed to be anything but ready for the attack. Without help, the attack would connect for sure.