The sandstorm intensifies and the situation too, Vladh took the initiative to face the centaur, he with his whip on the creature's muzzle struggles to get any idea out of his head - so that he can defeat the creature, or run away from it .
The centaur takes the whip and uses it to throw Vladh to the right, Elama started shooting arrows with his bow at the creature's face. The arrows broke easily - they crumble like paper in the water - the creature approached closer to Elama, he took it with his hands and started to press, I could hear her bones breaking apart. Vladh ran and took advantage of a rock to climb up and jump straight at the creature.
Vladh hung from the horns, and as his hands on the creature's jaw, one hand in each nostril, he soon pulled and pulled. This resulted in demanding a lot of Vladh's strength, the creature picked him up and threw him on the ground, the sand got in his boots - he hates that - and blinded his eyes.
The centaur put his hands on his chest and squeezed, lines sprouted on his bony chest, they glowed red. Inside his rib cage his heart started to appear and, being exposed on the skin, he was throbbing in an explosive way. The creature crouched down and let out a few groans of pain, it started to melt into ashes and this left a part of the dark sand.
Vladh wiped his eyes and realized that the creature was gone - since he didn't see the creature disappear into ashes - Elama was passed out on the ground, he took her in his arms and calmly continued on into the desert.
After spending hours walking, the sun comes up vigorously, Vladh had made a camp near a cave in the middle of the desert. The elf woke up and immediately drew her bow next to it.
- You do not need that. pleaded Vladh.
- How did you use your powers?
- As I said: I'm not a demon, but a vampire.
- So ... how do you survive this scorching sun? asked Elama.
- I am only affected when he is well exposed. - that is, when it is after 12:00. - So, "Elama", what are you doing in this region?
- It doesn't interest you. - Elama crossed her arms.
- So now who plays the hard is you? It's all right…
The sun started to get more exposed and Vladh took it and wore his thin hat. Elama looked at his foot and there is a torn cloth, serving only as a dressing - Vladh did not know about medicinal matters - his foot was purple, and it hurt with each step.
A noise was heard by Vladh, then he whipped out his whip and walked around the area. Then he sees that a man with white hair and dark skin - who mixes it with a lighter shade of purple or blue - moving in his backpack, he raises his arms and kneels:
- Oops! I don't want any confusion ...
- All ... well ... what are you doing here? asked Vladh.
- I'm lost, do you know where Menechtarun is?
- Yeah ... right here. - Vladh keeps the whip in a way that he can draw it quickly, he extends his hand to the man. - What do you call it?
- Ahvain, Ahvain Ariessus. I'm ...
- The thief of Aundair, the famous ghost hand, interrupts Elama.
- Do you know him? Asked Vladh.
- He's a thief, he must be trying to steal something. - Elama rests on Vladh's shoulders, because his foot hurts.
Vladh looked in the man's face and you can see that he is a Drow - "black elf" if you still don't understand - he looks at Vladh and then draws his scimitar. Ahvain made a cut right on Vladh's calf, he crouches from part of his body is exposed to the sun. His skin started to burn, he soon came out of the sun but did not stop to counterattack.
Vladh kicks Ahvain in the thigh and then gives him a hook - a punch from below - he loses a little posture and staggers, Vladh jumps up and stays on top of him, but the sun burned him. Ahvain walked away and realized that the sun affects Vladh, he started using it to his advantage.
Elama just listened to everything, her foot inhibits her from walking and fighting. Vladh without thinking twice came forward and attacked Ahvain, he managed to hit a rear naked choke, but the sun burned him.
- It seems ... that ... grr ...! You can't walk with ... the sun on top ...! said Ahvain as Vladh tightened his neck.
- You ... will die before this sun chars me ...!
- ENOUGH!!!
Elama had managed to get up and raise her bow, she was aiming at Ahvain and Vladh.
- Girl ... if you shoot me ... you'll hit your friend ...! - says Ahvain all purple.
- No! First of all, just because he saved me, it doesn't mean we're going to be friends. You are a vampire, creation of evil.
Vladh stopped hanging Ahvain and advanced towards Elama, he kicked the bow and the arrow drops to the ground, Elama is unarmed. Vladh noticed Ahvain approaching and kicked him from behind. Elama and Ahvain are at a disadvantage.
So Vladh picked up his things, and set out to complete his goal. Ahvain and Elama stared at each other, both wondering about Vladh, he thought the sun was hotter than ever, this resulted in waiting for the "time" pass. Vladh went back to where he had settled and took Ahvain by the neck.
He squeezed harder every second, Elama didn't understand what Vladh intended, so he was quiet. Ahvain was looking at Vladh and noticing his intimidating look.
- Want to scare me? Or…
- I want information. Did you come from a camp?
"Yes," replied Ahvain, spitting to the left. - So you're looking for them?
- I just need to enter where that centaur came from.
- Centaur? As well?
Elama came over and was "apprehensive" - or just killing curiosity - she equipped herself with her bow.
- Just know that that creature almost killed us, so there must be something in that camp, these Drows are dirty.
"Hey, I'm here ..." said Ahvain, pointing to himself.
- So let's go. - Vladh said short and direct.
So Ahvain and Elama went ahead, Vladh would have to wait for the sun to set. Now they will find out what that centaur hides and protects from.
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