The dragon's harem

Aella drank the water with a smile, taking a deep breath. “I should get back to firing,”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Eris replied.

Eris stared at the sitting Aella in silence for a second.

SWOSH! CLANG! Out of nowhere, Eris pulled a shive and swung at Aella’s shoulder.

Aella jumped to the side, swinging her warbow as a club, and a burst of flames and winds exploded, scaring the guards on the walls.

Aella stared at Eris with a stern face, “Who are you?” She growled.

Eris smiled, “What a quick reaction. You’re truly an elf.” She giggled as Aella’s wooden warbow burned into ash.

“I asked who you are?” Aella growled again, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach. For a second, she thought the water was poisoned.

When she looked down, she saw blood trailing down her stomach. She was stabbed in the guts.

“You thought the water is poisoned? Sadly I can’t do that,” Eris smiled, throwing the shive away, “Father needs your blood to be clear, and poison would stain them.”

Aella ignored the pain and bleeding in her stomach, pulling her steel bow and aiming at Eris. “An enemy!” She shouted, firing three arrows. BAM! BAM! BAM!

SWOSH! A burst of purple plasma exploded from Eris’s body, melting the arrows instantly as she rushed forward. Thud! She punched Aella in the guts, cracking one of her ribs and sending her falling from the wall.

“I don’t care how badly injured you are,” Eris smiled, staring down at her. “I know how much force is needed to kill a person, and healing magic can always fix wounds.” She giggled.

SWOSH! Aella pulled one of her arrows, stabbing the wall and slowing her descent a bit before hitting the ground. Eris intended to leave her at one HP and drag her back to her father.

Eris jumped from the wall, landing in front of Aella. “You’re a ranged archer. Forget about fighting someone up close.” She extended her hand to grab Aella by the hair.

CRACK! Eris only saw a steel boot stomp the ground beside Aella’s head as a sharp blade raced up, slicing her arms like a loaf of bread.

Thud! Eris jumped back, seeing her arm fall on the ground as Lydia stood beside Aella. “You smell like shit, vampire,” She growled, golden lightning crackling from her eyes.

Eris smiled, “I see, a paladin,” BAM! Her arm grew back, “You can sniff us, can’t you? Like a well-trained dog,”

Lydia pointed her sword forward, glancing back at Aella. “Put pressure on the wound and grab my ankle,”

Aella did just that, and Lydia released a wave of holy magic through her legs, stopping the bleeding.

Eris looked at them, smiling. “Paladins, the class mixing the healing capabilities of cleric and raw power and skill of fighters. That was the basic healing touch wasn’t it?”

Healing touch is one of the simplest spells a cleric or a paladin can cast. It can’t heal wounds, only stop the bleeding temporarily to allow for further treatment.

Paladins usually use that spells to stop bleeding mid-fight and keep fighting till the last breath.

“We just me, but I already hate. You talk a lot,” Lydia glared at Eris, “What brought a vampire here, goblins were bad, but it’s even worse with someone like your around.”

“Is that so? I only need that elf behind you. I don’t care about anything else, so get out of my way.” Eris smiled.

“I refuse,” Lydia growled, lifting her sword up, and lowering it in front of her face. “In the name of mother earth, the newborn sapling, and the blazing sun in the sky. You won’t touch anyone in this city,” Divine magic flowed from Lydia’s body.

“Big words for a single woman, do you think you can protect them all?” Eris laughed.

“By the gods, it shall come true,” Lydia said with determination, glaring at Eris with a golden aura.

Eris smiled, “Well then, you try protecting them. Let’s see if the gods can protect you,” CRACK! She stomped the ground, shattering it as a burst of plasma exploded from the cracks like lightning.

CLAP! A burning purple spear appeared in Eris’s palm, [Condensed Fire Needle]

Lydia lowered her sword to take a stance, and Eris lunged forward, thrusting her spear forward. CRACK! Lydia swung up, deflecting the attack with a thunderclap. The shockwave sent Aella rolling back to the walls.

BAM! Aella hit the wall and fell on her face. She slowly lifted her head up, reaching into her pocket to get a healing potion.

CLANG! CLANG! “That woman,” Aella growled, she had already noticed the faint scales on Eris’s neck, “A Dragonoid, half-dragon?” She gasped.

Eris swung her spear at Lydia’s neck, but Lydia deflected it and slashed at her chest.

Eris jumped back, and Lydia followed her, swinging down at her neck.

“You’re fast for someone wearing such heavy armor,” Eris smiled, spinning around and kicking Lydia in the face, sending her rolling.

“But you aren’t as robust as me,” She laughed.

Lydia rolled on the ground and stood back up immediately, her face scratched. “Is that so? You’re only a pest,” She growled.

Thud! Eris’s body fell to the side, and her face hit the ground. She looked down, seeing her right leg, which touched Lydia, it has disintegrated up to the knee.

Eris stood and her leg grew back in a single thud, “Nothing that my regeneration can’t deal with,” She smiled, “But let me show you some tricks,”

CLAP! Eris clapped her hands with a smile, a wave of blood magic mixed with plasma raged from her body for a second before fading away.

“Burning butterfly of death: Dance of a thousand burning corpses,” Eris chanted and flames exploded around her.

Lydia jumped back, avoiding the hot wave of magic.

All the goblin corpses burned with plasma, the skin evaporating from their bones as they stood and started walking.

Everyone in the city cried, seeing the dead goblins stand back up as undead. And a horrifying monster flew down from the plasma.