The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... The figure shifted. “Your eyes are all white. Did the entity take your sight in payment, Fumi?” Fumi went still as a calm day, the dream she had on the plane flashing through her. She had been blind and been hunted upon a snowy mountain slope. “You are the one that enchanted Ando.” “Was that his name? Such a waste. If I knew you were a succubus, I would have killed you myself instead of wasting so much time with him.” “I'm a Yuki-onna,” Fumi corrected, lifting her bow and aiming at the figure. “Who are you?” “You seem to be missing your quiver with all your arrows,” the woman purred, no fear in her voice. “You can call me Zaritha.” The figure raised her hands, the air boiling between them like she was creating a ball of turbulent energy. Fumi reacted without thought, drawing back the bowstring, Windfeather creating an arrow of green air, and released. It sped true. Zaritha hurled the ball of energy and it met the arrow. Searing wind exploded, whipping past Fumi and painting the area in clear greens in Fumi's mind. Zaritha was tall and willowy, dressed in light clothing, her arms bare save for metal bracelets about her wrist. She could even see the surprise on the woman's face before the intense wind died. “Lucky shot,” Zaritha muttered. Fumi was already drawing her second arrow and releasing in one smooth motion. She could see it's rippling wake as it knifed through the air. Zaritha dived to the right. Fumi tracked her and fired a third arrow. She didn't have to waste time ...

... pulling out a new arrow and knocking it, she merely had to draw back her bowstring. Zaritha screamed as the third arrow caught her in the shoulder as she dove, spinning the woman about and she crashed into the ground behind a thick tree. Fumi drew a fourth time, aiming at the tree. A strong gust whipped by, providing Fumi with a clear vision of the terrain. “You little bitch!” hissed the Ifrit. “How did you do that? You can't see.” “I can see as clear as an eagle,” Fumi bluffed. A dark shape peaked out of the tree. She released. The shape pulled back, her arrow whizzing by, Zaritha cursing. “Is it the bow? It's a Sil'at weapon. I can smell the stink of those cowardly whores about it. You can see the wind.” Fumi didn't answer. Zaritha was stalling. She fired another arrow, aimed at the base of the tree. This one was different. When it struck, a great wind exploded. Branches snapped and cracked, torn free of the tree as the hurricane force winds erupted. Her attacker gasped, hurtled from behind the tree. Fumi was ready, tracking Zaritha's tumbling body, and fired. Zaritha stopped being a solid form and became roiling air whirling like a mini-tornado, consuming Fumi's arrow. Fumi could feel the heat. She's transformed into flames. The whirlwind of fire zipped across the sky and slammed into the snow in an explosion of flames, the heat distorting the air. Fumi peered into the disturbance, trying to see past heat-warped air. Fire crackled and sap popped, flames dancing on the nearby ...