The Legendary Demon Hunter’s Cursed Brother Chapter 5: Ch 5 - Pixies

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They were so screwed. That was all Evan could think as the pixies flew around them. They might look small and harmless, but he refused to be fooled by appearances. Anything encountered inside a Rift was dangerous. And it was highly unlikely to find something that could be reasoned with. Considering Evan’s string of horrendous bad luck, there was no chance he would ever run into the “nice” kind like the ones in children’s stories. Judging by their grinning faces, these things were thinking less about flowers and tea and more about ripping eyeballs out or gnawing flesh off bones with their sharp little teeth. “We gotta run!” Evan said as he grabbed Yuyan’s arm and pulled her up. The girl stumbled, and from her uneven steps, Evan could tell the fall must have twisted her ankle. Yuyan grimaced in pain but didn’t protest. The pixies didn’t attack immediately. Instead, they continued to circle them in a widening ring. Occasionally, one would dive in and swipe at them, leaving shallow gashes across their skin. Evan knew they could kill them in seconds if they attacked as a group, but instead they held back, toying with them. Their snickering laughter made that clear. To them, Evan and Yuyan were nothing more than helpless prey. He was going to make them regret it. As they passed another tree, a low-hanging branch came into reach. He reached out instinctively, intending to use it as a makeshift weapon, when Yuyan grabbed his hand. “No, don’t!” Yuyan said. “These pixies live inside the trees! They only came out because you broke that other branch!” “Just great!” Evan said as he twisted away from another swipe, the attack leaving a slash on his cheek. How was he supposed to know these little monsters were hiding inside trees? This was a life-and-death situation, and he hadn’t exactly paused to think before snapping off that branch to kill the wolf. “Kekekekekeke!” “What should we do then?” Evan said. At this rate, both of them would die from a thousand cuts. He wasn’t sure if the claws were poisonous or just sharp, but every wound sent a sharp sting of pain through his body. “These are Woodbound Pixies,” Yuyan said. “Um, the book said that if you encounter them, the best thing to do is move as far away from their host tree as possible. They don’t like to stray too far from home.” “Should’ve said that sooner!” Evan and Yuyan hastened their steps, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the demented buzzing fiends. Yet with each step they took, the more agitated the pixies became. Their flight grew faster, and they lashed out at them even more aggressively. "Aaaah! My hair!" Yuyan screamed as one particularly vicious pixie latched onto it and gave it a brutal yank. It pulled so hard Evan could almost see strands being ripped from her scalp. Evan picked up a nearby rock and threw it hard at the monster. It dodged at the last moment and stuck out its long silvery tongue at him. “Bastard,” Evan muttered. He picked up more rocks and, as they continued moving, threw them at the pixies, trying to keep them away. Yuyan followed along, but it quickly became clear that the pixies were far more agile than they could handle. Their rocks flew everywhere, never hitting a single one. To make matters worse— Crack! One of Evan’s thrown rocks instead struck a tree branch, leaving a deep split. “Oh no,” Yuyan said. The two bolted from their spot, trying to get as far away from that tree as possible, but the pixies living inside were already coming out. The attacks intensified as the swarm doubled in size. Their maddened laughter echoed through the forest as they tormented Evan and Yuyan. Fwish! Gashes appeared all over their bodies as skin and clothes were torn. One hit Evan in the eye. He barely managed to shut his eyelid in time, but a deep cut still ran across it. That’s definitely going to scar, Evan thought as he pressed his palm over the bleeding wound. But that was the least of his worries. The intensity of the attacks kept