An army of dolls flew in midair, commanded by Erika. There were Warrior Dolls holding swords, spears and axes, alongside Magician Dolls with staffs and books. The group were in total around twenty-five, and they swiftly began swarming three Imps at the same time, specifically those that had yet to be entangled by Eric's vines. The warrior dolls had magical weapons that were part of them.
They were not the toughest but could cut through skin and flesh just fine, they swarmed one of the Imps in a second, slashing and piercing through his body like bees stinging a person that annoyed their nest.
The Imp cried in agony as it couldn't get them off his body no matter how much he struggled or tried to throw them away. With his body already tattered in wounds and covered in blood in just a few seconds, he lost his strength and fell to his knees, right where Erika wanted him, as she swiftly pounced towards the Imp and sliced his head off with her sword, without any hint of doubt.
She was my type of subordinate, merciless, ruthless, and doubtless at the time of killing an enemy. She had great potential.
The Imp's head rolled through the ground quickly after. A second passed since then and Erika was already closing in the second Imp without hesitation or even a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. The second Imp was being attacked by her Magician Dolls, being burned by small fireballs, and being wounded by small slicing winds or rocks conjured at them.
A single doll's power was miserably low, but when they unified as a swarm, they were powerful.
Another head rolled down quickly after, as Erika continued her merciless hunt for the Imp's head. Meanwhile, Chris was already dealing with two himself. Gritting his teeth and while his legs trembled and his entire body was shrouded in his own sweat, he began fighting them. The Imps were unarmed and easy to take down.
He ordered his Fire Fox to fight a third Imp, as the small fox flew around unleashing a Fire Breath out of its tiny mouth. Meanwhile, Chris used his fists and his staff to fight. Covering his fists with flames alongside his staff, he smacked the head of an Imp while kicking another through a Blazing Kick.
"Hahh… I am not a coward!!!" Cried Chris, containing the tears from coming out of his eyes. He was doing his best to overcome his doubt, weakness, and cowardliness. He continued hitting the two Imps as they tried to fight him.
One of the Imps quickly conjured a Demon Fire and threw the fireball at him, but he intercepted it with the staff I have bought for him and then unleashed a spiral vortex of fire from within the red jewel on top of the staff, which was a Low-Quality Fire Spirit Stone, a magic stone infused with the power of the Fire Attribute.
The spiraling vortex of flames engulfed the Imp completely, burning it to a crisp. Despite coming from Hell and having great resistance to fire element, the fire made out of spirits contained holy elements within, which could still damage Imps. This is something I had discovered in this world just some months ago.
Apparently the elements generated by spirits were way stronger than what one could form conventionally through magic spells. A fireball made out of the Fireball spell and one made through the Spirit Energy of Chris' Fireball were completely different. His fire was very special, and could damage even those I once thought had a resistance to such elements, such as most demons.
The Imp screamed loudly in agony, attempting to attack Chris while it was being burned alive, but Chris responded with a punch on the Imp's chin, throwing him into the air. The second Imp he was fighting was so intimidated it tried to run away, only to be taken down by a strong Fireball on its head.
The Imp fell into the ground, barely alive. Chris swiftly moved forward, angrily that everything was being so intimidating to him. He was a child after all, I could understand why he felt that way. He was scared of the world and everything dangerous about it, but he really wanted to explore it and find new things, new experiences, and new sights.
He had to force himself to be strong because no matter how much he tried, his heart was still afraid. Those that can overcome such a thing will one day become strong and great people.
His staff hit the half-dead Imp in the head, crushing the skull wide open, the brains easily splattered over the floor, bloody and disgusting. Chris seemed about to vomit but his spirit touched his head, the small fox seemed to have the ability to relieve his stress.
Meanwhile, Eric didn't wanted to stay still, he used his vines to crush four Imps in a single attack, he entangled them and then used the venom oozing out of the spikes from the vines to kill them. It took some time, but the venom could become deadlier as the spikes grew sharper and pierced further through the flesh. He had used most of his mana for it, but he had done it quite alright.
He fought by distance like he was supposed to do based on his Talent, but I'll force him to fight in close range as well. He was using his bow to finish off two Imps that he captured which had yet to die and were trying to free themselves using Demon Fire. His bow technique was becoming rather great at this point.
The intense fight quickly ended, with all three of the children shrouded on blood and the Imps as dead as they can get. The amount of EXP they earned quickly let them all raise to Level 2, although they celebrated, Chris and Eric seemed slightly tired. I suppose it was time for a break before the hunt continues, they have to kill 22 more.