Lucy’s feet barely touched the dirt plain she ran across. Behind her she could hear the loud chanting of creatures speaking a foreign tongue. It sounded like a mixture of Greek and Latin speech mixed a third unknown language. She could pick up phrases of ‘she rises’ and ‘the tree of life shall begin anew.’ The smell of acrid smell hit her nose causing a sharp burning sensation deep in her nasal cavities.
From the corner of her eyes she could see that the creatures, which resembled harpies but with blue skin and tusks jutting from their mouth, was trying to flank her. The outer edges of the line was trying to cut her off. She pressed a button on her sword causing it to turn into a rod with bow string attached to the ends. She pulled on a string and a golden arrow appeared. She aimed at the outer end of the right flank and fired. The arrow was true and it caused the creature to erupt into a bright flash o