A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant
Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down
“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.
She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.
“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf
Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”
I suggest you walk away..... Wait little Rosaline? Is that you?
"Rosaline (disapprovingly) : How dare you speak to me in such an impudent tone, Trash? Do you enjoy this pathetic existence?" She lifted a black-gloved hand and snapped her fingers once, causing a tiny ball of darkness magic to materialize between her index and middle finger. "Beg for mercy now, before I reduce you and your entire pathetic village to ashes."
Her voice was cold and cutting, laced with cruel amusement. The ball of darkness magic grew larger with every word, its malevolent energy pressing down on the villagers like a leaden weight.
"Females elves group : BEG OR DIE!" they shouted in unison, their fists clenched and bodies tense as they faced off against Pawell and the rest of the village.
It seams you don't remember me. Does name Yamamoto rings a bell? I was one of the royal guards when you were young.
"Rosaline (shocked and angry) : IMPOSSIBLE! Yamamoto died centuries ago protecting my family!" Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice trembling with barely contained fury as she took a step forward, the ball of darkness magic growing even larger in response to her rage. "Who are you, Trash? And how dare you besmirch the name of such a loyal and honorable servant?"
The other female elves tensed at Rosaline's words, some glancing between their leader and Pawell with wary expressions. They knew that their mistress could be as unpredictable as she was powerful, especially when it came to matters concerning her family or her past.
Death is not the case. I got swallowed up by the void. I didn't die. Its been a while Rosaline.
"Rosaline (disbelieving and angry) : LIAR! You're just some pathetic lowlife trying to trick me with your lies!" She took another step forward, her voice growing harsher as she raised her staff above her head. "Prepare to face my wrath, Trash! Females elves group : Destroy them all!"
The female elves behind Rosaline spread out, forming a semicircle around the villagers and readying their own staffs for battle. "Don't think you can escape justice by hiding among these pitiful slaves, Yamamoto!" she spat out his name like a curse. "I will find you, and when I do, I'll make sure your death is slow and agonizing!"
I see that you still are eager to spar with me.
She snorted derisively and began circling around him at a distance, her staff held lightly in front of her. "Oh really? You want to fight me, Yamamoto? Very well, come on then!" Her black eyes glinted dangerously as she taunted him. The other female elves stood ready behind her, watching the exchange intently.
As they circled each other, Rosaline's movements were graceful and precise; every muscle in her lithe body tense with power, ready to unleash destruction upon her foe. With a sudden surge of magic, she launched herself towards Pawell, spinning in midair as she did so before slamming into him shoulder-first. Her aim was to knock him off balance and send him sprawling onto the ground where her female elves would be able to finish him easily.
The force of her attack sent shockwaves through the
Damn you improved a lot but. Its still not enough to defeat your teacher. I apear in front of her . You are still doing the same mistake. You don't need to weave your staff around. Hold it closer to yourself as last line of defense before something like this. I kick her sending her flying into the forest.
Caught off guard by Pawell's unexpected move and the familiarity he displayed, Rosaline couldn't help but hesitate for a brief moment as his kick connected with her ribcage. The force of it sent her flying backward, slamming into a tree with enough force to make branches crack and leaves fall around her.
Her breath left her body in a rush, and pain lanced through her chest as she struggled to catch it again. Through tearing eyes, she glares at Pawell in disbelief. She can't accept that he survived and is now standing before her, daring to challenge her once more.
"You fool," she rasps, struggling to stand up despite the agony coursing through her body. "How dare you defy me after all these years!? Females elves group: Kill him!" she cries out, desperate and furious as her
Im not defying you. Im trying to get rid of your bad habbit of weaving your Staff around.
Her eyes narrow in fury as she manages to stand up, the female elves forming a protective ring around her as they prepare for another battle against their former comrade. "Truly, you are just as foolish as ever," she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at Pawell with undisguised contempt. "But know this, Trash: your help is neither wanted nor needed." With a sharp nod of her head, she spins around and dashes forward once more, launching herself into the air with a graceful leap before landing several feet behind the surprised Pawell.
As he turns to face her again, Rosaline readies her staff in front of her, this time holding it closer to her body as if preparing for another attack from his supposed "teacher's mistake." Her eyes glint malevolently as she smirks at him. "So be it, Trash
Good already understood what i meant.
She frowns at his words, unimpressed. "I don't care what you think you understood," she snaps, readying her staff as he comes closer once more. "All that matters is who survives this fight." Her focus shifts from him to the other female elves standing behind her; they nod in understanding before charging forward at Pawell with synchronized movements, their own staffs raised high above their heads.
As they close in on him, Rosaline hovers several feet above the ground, observing him carefully as she awaits an opening to strike or counter one of their attacks. She knows that even without weaving her staff around like before, Pawell is still formidable opponent; but she won't hesitate to use whatever advantage she can get against him... and if that means relying on the strengths of her loyal female elves, so be it.
I brush the dust off. Now lets test your ability in hand to hand combat. Come on i don't bite my students.
"Foolish human," she mutters under her breath as she drops down in front of him, staff held at the ready. "Very well then." Her body tenses, every muscle coiled and poised for action as she begins circling around Pawell slowly. The other female elves spread out behind them, forming a half-circle formation that would prevent Pawell from escaping or attacking Rosaline from behind should he manage to land a blow against her.
With each step, she tests the distance between them, studying his movements and trying to find an opening through which she can strike. Her lips purse slightly in concentration, completely focused on the task at hand as if nothing else mattered more than defeating this one stubborn human who dares challenge her authority and claim to be her equal... or even superior.
Impresive. But you forgot one thing. Hand to hand combat does not mean that you use hands only. As she blocked my hands i sent her flying in the air with a kick aprear above her and deliver a kick sending her flying back to ground with enough force to create a small hole.
She barely had time to register the blow before she was sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ground with a loud thud that shook the earth beneath her feet. The impact momentarily knocks the wind out of her lungs, but Rosaline quickly recovers, coughing and sputtering as she scrambles to her feet once more. Her face flushes with rage as she glares up at Pawell from where he stands above her.
"You stupid little human!" she spits out venomously, ignoring the pain that shoots through her body every time she moves. "Do you think that's all it takes to defeat me? I am the Dark Elf! The Slave Hunter! Your puny kicks mean nothing to me!"
Her words are heavy with contempt and defiance as she whirls around, readying herself for another attack. This time, however, instead of charg
Rosaline don't move. Adrenaline is pumping in your veins so you don't feel pain. But you are in critical state. Its enough.
"I... am..." she starts to stammer, her legs growing unsteady beneath her. It's true; the adrenaline was masking most of the pain up until now. But as soon as she tries to move again, every ache and stiffness comes flooding back tenfold. Her chest heaves with shallow breaths as she struggles to remain upright, tears streaming down her face from the effort.
She glares at Pawell one last time before crumpling to the ground with a weak groan of agony. "I... can't..." she whispers hoarsely, defeated at last. "You... were always stronger than me." With those words, Rosaline surrenders, finally accepting that her long-lost teacher was indeed superior in every way possible - even now, after all these years apart and everything that has transpired since then.
It was fun sparing with you again. I heal her. You changed and improve a lot in the time i was gone. Im proud of you.
It takes everything in her not to lash out at Pawell again, to yell and scream and curse him for what he's done. But she can feel the pain beginning to recede as his words sink into her soul, filling her with a strange sense of warmth and acceptance that she hasn't known in countless years.
A tear trickles down her cheek as she looks up at Pawell, her expression softening for what seems like the first time since he arrived. "T-Thank you...," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the weight of his words and the impact they've had on her. "I'm sorry for everything I've done... to you and everyone else..."
Her voice trails off as more tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks. She no longer wants to be the cruel, domineering elf that she once was; she wants nothing more
Nah its good. I teleported them away. They are fine. Now how have you been when i was gone.
I... I've done many terrible things since you left me, Yamamoto... Things that I can never atone for, no matter how much time passes... But knowing that you're here now, that we can try to find some sort of peace together... It gives me hope. Truly, I am grateful for this second chance. And if there is ever anything I can do to make it up to you or repay my debt, I swear upon my name and honor as an elf that I will not rest until it is done.
Her voice quavers with emotion as she looks into Pawell's eyes, searching for any hint of forgiveness or understanding there. She doesn't know what lies ahead for them now, but she knows that whatever path they take together from here on out will be better than the one she trodden alone all these years.
Im glad the old you is back. I pat her head . Sorry for leaving you alone in those years.
Rosaline sniffles and wipes away her tears as she lets out a tiny hiccup before looking up at him with a weak smile. "It's alright," she says softly, her voice still scratchy from crying. "I understand why you had to leave me." Her hands find their way to his sides, tentatively brushing against the fabric of his clothes as if trying to reassure herself that he is really there. "And I promise, we'll make up for lost time together now."
A moment of silence passes between them before Rosaline clears her throat and asks, somewhat shyly, "So... what should we do first?" Her eyes meet his expectantly, hopeful that they will continue to face whatever challenges or hardships may come their way hand in hand.