Lena, still gasping for breath, elbowed Lucas sharply in the ribs. "Close your mouth, dumbass."
Lucas coughed, forcing himself to focus. "Right. Yeah. Help. That'd be great."
The elf tilted her head, amusement flickering in her emerald eyes. "Humans," she muttered under her breath before nocking another arrow. She pulled the bowstring back effortlessly, releasing a final shot straight into the Lava Slime's core.
SPLASH!
The molten creature let out a guttural glorp before its body collapsed in on itself, hissing and evaporating into steam. The remaining slimes hesitated, their wobbly forms trembling—then, as if deciding this fight wasn't worth it, they jiggled away into the tall grass.
Silence.
Lucas and Lena stood frozen, panting, still half in shock.
The elf, unfazed, slung her bow over her back. "You're lucky I was passing through," she said, striding toward them.