Chapter 89: THE ATTACK (2)
Velmoria staggered back, gasping heavily.
Sweat trickled down her forehead, as she struggled to maintain consciousness. What had hit her? She had not seen it coming. What were the words that floated in the air, and why was she suddenly able to answer them? What did HP mean? What did status effect mean?
Her vision swam in front of her, as the words flickered into and out of each other, glowing with a golden radiance that reminded her of the halo their queen and her brother had. The sensation of whatever had hit her was still painfully nauseating, painfully wrong.
She grit her teeth, tightening the grip on her whip, ready to throw out another attack, when a wave of heat spread of the point of impact of her chest.
It hurt, it hurt painfully.
The pain was not like a normal burn. It ate at her, feeling like living fire that sunk into her body. The pain was so much that she lost feeling in her legs and fell to her knees.
She clutched at her chest with her free hand, feeling the pain eating her from the inside out. She could see a blur of movement to her left, and in a moment, Young Lady Darvia was at her side, moving with an inhuman speed, intercepting one of the attackers before she could be struck once more.
The young noble spun with fluid grace, her dagger a streak of black and pink as she drove it deep into the side of one of the swordsmen who was clad in mismatched armor. The warrior grunted, but rather than bleed, his body flickered for a split second, before it was whole once more.
The glowing letters that Velmoria had suddenly managed to read appeared before his head,
-150HP--Critical hit.
Velmoria’s breath hitched as the words melted into each other, and more words appeared.