Damian woke up as he felt a healing light pass through his body, a feeling of rightness, no more aches. His lungs didn't hurt when he breathed in and out; he felt like him more than ever. Hell, his broken arm was fixed. "How did…" His eyes fluttered open as he looked around. What he saw widened his eyes; thirty others stood in some arena. Many of the people were office workers, students, and, in some cases, patients just like him, but what truly caught his eye were the glares the elves shot down toward them. Hate, Disgust, and maliciousness were the only things those glares held, especially one whose hand stopped glowing as she hit a look that chilled him to the bone. So much killing intent was the best thing Damain could describe; it made his heart speed and his adrenaline spike as he pushed himself up to his feet and got into a fighting stance. A couple of the humans in the arena gave him a side eye; a beautiful Japanese girl's eye lingered on him the longest before her gaze turned back to the elves. "Hey, man…you ok..?" a nervous voice spoke up, Damains eyes shooting to a Red-haired man who flinched at the sudden movement, his green eyes widening before he held up his hand and smiled nervously. "Woah! Woah! Easy there, name Issac…but no offense, you look like a dead man walking...but I think…" Issac looked around conspiratorily before leaning in with a smile. "We were isekied!" The joy in the man's tone made Damain stop before he shook his head and grimaced. "I don't think this is a story…I was dragged here; how about you?" He asked as he looked around the arena, his eyes looking for any escape, a quick route to run and get away as soon as possible. "I…I don't remember…" Issac frowned as he rubbed his head in thought before sighing with a smile. "But who cares…we might be able to leave soon! You know, go questing for riches! Slay dragons! Become legends!" This got a small smile from Damian, who shook his head at the man's enthusiasm.

  "Yeah, whatever you say, Issac. Names Damian…" He held out a skeleton-like hand, which Issac quickly took and shook enthusiastically. "Pleasure to meet you, Damian! So what games did you play-" The sound of heels stopped his words; that simple sound made the thirty people chattering fall silent, a weight crashing into his body. Falling to one knee, Damian coughed up blood onto the dirt before he fell into a coughing fit, spattering blood onto the sand. "Hurts…" Grabbing his chest, he swore he felt something pop inside of his body, but that was before the clacking of heels stopped and the pressure eased up. Looking around in distress, his instincts kicking in, "Run…you gotta escape…" he thought, slapping Issac's trembling form on the back. He looked towards the man.

  "We gotta escape….we got-" His words were cut off as an angelic voice spoke up. "Humans! You gaze upon Queen Lumanira! First of her name, the defender of the Luminat gate! Destroyer of the orc barbarians of the east and your new ruler." A well-kept Elf spoke, his silver armor gleaming in the artificial light, which made his curved sword look wicked rather than regal. Though what made his hackles rise was the gleam in his eyes, he knew that gleam was a peof the characteristics of a person who enjoys hurting people. "Fuck…" He growled as he touched Issac's trembling back, "Stay calm…he wants us to fear him…" He whispered into Issac's ear, who looked at him with a tight smile. "Well, it's working…I need new pants.."" This got a small snort from Damian, who cast the Elf's eyes upon his form. He met the Elf's gaze, his eyes hardening to a razor's edge as he smiled and whispered something into the queen's ears.

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  Who shared his wicked grin. Then she spoke in a deadpan tone that chilled the thirty humans to the bone. ""I'll all but 3." "Those simple words made the elves move like dancers performing an elegant play of death. Thirty was cut down to fifteen in an instant without even thinking. Damian tackled Issac to the ground, an arrow slamming into his back as he barely saved the other man. "FUck!... Agh... you ok, man…"" Breathing heavily, Damian looked down at Issac as he gazed up in horror; his voice came out trembling as tears came to his eyes. “Ah…ah…why?...why…” Damian shook his head as he started to feel faint; he was losing blood badly. ""Don't...D-Don't worry about it.."" He hissed in pain once more as a cut was racked across his back, his pained whimpers coming out as he rolled to the side only to look up at the well-kept Elven face. Growling at the man, Damian tried to get up to fight; he tried to lash out, but his body would not listen to him, though his eyes told it all the rage he felt for his weakness and inept, which made the elf laugh as he raised his blade to strike down Damian, the smile forever etched into his mind before everything went black.

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  Issac screamed internally as the skeleton-like man was cut across the back, skin parting as easily as paper to the blade that came down like an executioner's sword. This wasn't like the stories he read, it wasn't right they were meant to be heroes save the realm! Fight some demon lord, not be in something like this. Issac felt himself shaking as the man's blood drenched his hand; it was so warm. "Oh- god-oh fuck-" With unsteady hands Issac pulled Damian close, keeping pressure on the wound. "Ok- you keep pressure on cut wounds, right? So they don't bleed as much...fuck that so much blood- Fuck- what would someone in the stories do!"

  His mind raced; he had no cheat skill, no prior knowledge that could save him, not even a shred of magical know-how that everyone got when they were transported into a new world. "Ah- It seems our three lucky ones have been chosen." Issac's head snapped up to look around; he had to hold back the bile that threatened to escape his mouth. Twenty-seven dead bodies surrounded him and his bleeding-out savior. While one entirely calm woman stood, she was human like the two. What honestly freaked Isaac out was how dead her eyes looked; those orbs gazed around the area like nothing mattered. Like she didn't notice she was somewhere different. "Guards, heal them of their wounds and take them to the cells they need to be...educated." The queen said, her voice coming with a slight twinge of glee at the carange. Issac could barely understand what was happening as rough hands pulled him away from Damian, healing green light surrounding the skeleton of a man before he too was picked up and hauled away.

  Issac only knew one thing and one thing alone: he was scared shitless.