Chapter 12: Red, red and more red
The lightning arrows zoomed at high speeds and they activated quite quickly for a person with low 'intelligence' stat.
They closed in on the wounded demon. They were about to bust through its chest when it crouched, however, it had its hand raised in that action of quick reflexes and one of the arrows busted through it turning its arm into a hundred pieces and greatly reducing its size.
It hissed and wailed, the arm was from the side of the wounded shoulder, the pain was much too great. Dark red blood oozed out of the shrunken arm forming a pool on the black soil.
The demon then fell and squirmed around–all of the pain flooding its nerves.
Finrod lay on the ground after he had fallen lightly from taking the shots, he didn't think the demon would have been able to dodge the attack, especially in such a weakened state.
He twisted and got back up, he wanted to equip an arrow and end it when he realized that he was down on arrows, there were only eight left.
He placed his bow across his shoulders and pulled out his sword. He took a deep inhale–mana strengthening his body and momentarily increasing his stats and he exhaled.
Then he ran…
He ran forward with rage in his eyes, and with exciting energy pumping through his veins, he leaped up twisting like an acrobat.
His victim the demon wasn't aware of his presence, its sense of awareness had been clouded by pain.
Gravity pulled down the weight of Finrod and the power of his strike and both forces fell upon the creature's neck piercing through it.
The demon's eyes bulged as it felt metal push through its neck, it had been overloaded with pain that the new wound just felt like another hot area.
Energy seeped away from it and its thrashing soon turned to a weak writhing until it finally gave up.
The sounds of deep breaths ensued after the demon's last movement.
Finrod was still atop the demon, his sword still embedded in its neck, his chest heaving and his countenance resembling that of a frenzied beast.
Red dark blood painted a part of his face, his green eyes still glowering at the dead body when flashes of his people's massacre crept into his mind.
"Ahh!" He cried, releasing his grip on the sword and staggering to the side. He wiped away the blood stain from his face but that soon became a mistake as some of it swept into his nose.
"Blurghh!" His gag reflex activated, he was about to purge the little he had eaten but quickly like his muscles had accustomed itself to the harsh landscape, his hands came up his mouth and stopped him from spilling the contents out.
Tears leaked out of reddened eyes and he forced himself to swallow back his stomach contents.
He then took deep exhales and fell to the ground.
He wiped his bloodied right hand in the dirt and soon brought it and the other across his face. Whimpers left and then loud laughs did like he was a deranged psychopath.
It went on for two minutes in different intensities till it faded to a blank face. He turned to his victim's lifeless body, its long tongue was out and he could see its ugly face up close.
He then realized that they were three unread messages in his mind. He willed them open and they brought the messages:
[You've defeated a Lesser Demon-lvl 12, you've obtained the appropriate experience points]
[You've leveled up]
[You've leveled up]
[You've obtained new stat points]
He sighed and then turned to his side, his eyes began to falter but he noticed before he fell asleep and he stood back up, shook himself and pulled out his blade like an Arthurian main character.
He could feel it, his mana was low. His body wasn't as hot and feisty.
He swung his sword, spilling away the blood that stained it and then gracefully, he placed it back into his sheath
He raised his hands and sniffed.
"Ughhh!" His face squeezed in discomfort, he stank badly and that was mostly because of the demon's blood.
Finrod had never smelt this bad prior to all of this, the elven people were very clean folks who took baths frequently with some dousing themselves with the fragrance of sweet-smelling flowers.
He hated his smell but there was nothing immediate he could do about it, not with demons at every crook and cranny.
He was about to leave, he had taken two steps beyond the side of the corpse when he held the tearing of flesh.
"Huhh?" He slowly turned to see what was happening, to see the strange phenomenon.
From the abdomen of the demon was a tiny hand like that of a child, it had bore through and was now above the surface.
"What in the name of…"
The hands jutted forward, another did then another till a large head crept forward from a large tear.
"This is…"
The little creature that surfaced had a bit of the guts of what seemed to be its mother in its mouth and it chewed on it aggressively and swallowed it all up with a slurp like it was soup.
It lifted itself with its two hands and its legs came exposed and it crawled till it landed on the soil.
Next came two heads, one continued to eat the corpse flesh towards the chest area and it did until its entirely white eyes got a glimpse of Finrod's black trousers.
It made a shrieking sound exposing its needle-like teeth, the others followed–all of them glaring at the elf.
[Demonspawn-lvl 1]
[Demonspawn-lvl 1]
[Demonspawn-lvl 1]
"So foul, so unholy. Our goddess has let evil soil her creation." Finrod said with a frown.
Like they had sensed the elf's anger, they began to crawl hurriedly towards the opposite direction.
Finrod unsheathed his sword and he slowly began walking at them, his green eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone