Chapter 383: The Crack
Zonon-Ins goading had worked better than shed expected.
This Chosen was tearing through the sky shadowed by the other two flying mortals, the giant y soldier, and a horde of air elementals. Below them, walking trees wereing from the swamp, wading toward her.
The rest of their forces werent idle either, they had gathered in numbers and were scrambling to block her army.
It was perfect; shed made them chase her and her horde, and like fools, theyd done exactly what shed wanted. Now they were divided, weakened and easier to conquer.
Which also meantit was time to direct her troops.
<em>Keep retreating,</em> she reached into their minds. <em>I will catch up. Theres something I have to do first. </em>Her teeth bared.
Gripping her war-spear, Zonon-In spread her arms in invitation.
Come! her voice thundered. You wish to test your mettle against me, Chosen of Oolurder? Well, here I am! I respond to your challenge with one of my own! How will you answer it? She enjoyed twisting the gods name.
His answer was a shouted incantation and me circling his hand.
Oooo, how spicy. She spread her arms wider, ready for his magic.
The Chosen threw a fireball.
It streaked across the marshtrailing sparksand exploded against her torso. A magical inferno engulfed the demon, but all mana within it recoiled from her flesh.
This raging me feels no hotter than noon in this lifeless ce...oh how I miss the joy of true heat, she thought, standing among the mes, patiently watching them fade, then fanning smoke and steam away.
Not bad, mighty Chosen! her tone was dismissive. But youll have to do better than that! Do I look like some lesser demon who would have been roasted by your little spark? I need a challenge, something to drive me down to one knee, but Im sorry to tell you, that wasnt it! Maybe a p or two from your little hands might work. I might feel that!
Despite her goading, the Chosenmuch to her disappointmentdidnt take the bait and rush her in a blind rage. It was too bad, she loved when mortals did that.
She waited for his next move.
He was slowing, advancing cautiouslyhis body was tensing: getting ready for something...
All of a sudden, he blurred into motion, charging straight for her.
Yes! <em>Come on!</em> Her weapon whirled in anticipation.
With a terrible noise, the hungry war-spear mmed against his morphic weapon, surprising her with the force of his blow.
You <em>are </em>a strong one, sheplimented. For a mortal.
She thrust the war-spear, crashing against his guard, knocking him back.
But, I am strong too, for a <em>demon</em>. She grinned, letting her mouth tentacles run along her teeth.
<em>Holy Uldar! Hear my cry, let your light fall and burn this invader of yournd!</em> The Chosen called out to his god.
A shift of divine force came from above, she nced up just in time to catch a column of light streaking from the sky. It struck, swirling around her, seeking the destruction of her very essencebut it recoiled, just as the mana did.
The demon scratched at her skin. Agh, trying to itch me to death isnt a very sound strategy, Chosen of Odar, she abruptly thrust her war-spear at his Mark through the fading light. Cedric zipped away, barely escaping a blow that would have impaled his chest.
Perhaps you can call on your god toe down himself if you want his power to strike me down! She was enjoying herself. When ites through you its a littlcking. Thats not an insult mind you, just a fact. Maybe we should see if your martial skills fare any better.
With a snarl, her war-spear exploded, serving up a flurry of blurring cuts. The Chosen dodged the barbed de while it cut air, water and nearby trees with equal ease.
Shed expected the shirtless man to die time and again, but to her surprise, he endured. He even parried her strikes, angling them away and diverting much of the force.
Her eyebrow arched.
This mortal looked youngeven by mortal counting, but he fought like hed lived through a lifetime of battles.
You might make a good tribute for my lord, she said. I think
The rest of the thought abruptly ended when ugly sounds escaped her. She began cursing in her demon tongue, ring from a gaping puncture wound on an upper hand, to the Chosen.
He grinned viciously. Oi, demon, hows that for a tribute? Now, less talkin, an more fightin.
Zonon-In looked from the wound to her opponent onest time.
As you wish. She shrugged.
Metal struck metal, the sound reverberating through the air.
A massive blow from her war-spear mmed into his morphic weapon, flinging him through the air like a catapult stone. He bounced off a tree, struck the ground and skidded across swamp water before halting with a thud against a willow.
His groans revealed his condition as he slid down the trunk, catching himself on a branch, his mind in a daze.
Zonon-In flipped her war-spear, pulling her arm back for a throw. First, she would sever his throwing arm, then
Something flew at her face.
She caught a glimpse of what looked like a glowing hand gripping a vial, right before crimson light and the crunch of breaking ss came.
A whoosh of vapours blocked her sight, but she sensed mana recoiling as she inhaled the dense mist.
Maybe go back to talking! a new voice said. I liked it a lot better when you were talking!
Then she was surrounded by whirling air elementals.
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Oooooh by the Traveller! Alex murmured, gaping at the enormous demon whod just swatted Cedric like a fly.
Shes fast, Theresa said grimly. Way too fast for something that size to be.
Thats for damn sure, he agreed, tossing booby-trapped potions at the towering demon. Zap her! he shouted in a tongue of air elementals. Keep hitting her from every direction! Lets see if you can get her flustered!
The air came to life as air elementals raked her with an onught of wind and lightning. But her reaction was like that of a bull being pestered by fruit flies; unimpressed.
And who is talking to me now, I wonder? the titanic demon called through the rising potion mist. Are you trying to poison me? How adorable!
That voice sent a chill up Alexs spine and his instincts spiked, warning him to run for his life. He fought them.
ygon! he called. I want you to
Alex! Watch out! Theresa screamed.
There was a blur as something enormous cut through the air for him. He shot to the side, his eyes wide, his heart drummed in his ears.
The enormous war-spear tore bybursting three of his deflective force rectanglesalmost slicing him in two. It flew straight ahead before he felt a surge of teleportation magic, then it vanished in a sh of light, only to reappear in the demons hand.
<em>Oh</em> s<em>hit!</em> The young wizard swore.
Those make poorst words, she grinned.
Yeah, well theyre <em>my</em>st words and <em>I </em>say whether theyre poor or not! he yelled down at her. I mean, no, those <em>arent</em> myst words!
Oho! This one has quite the mouth! She swept her spear around her, cutting through at least a dozen of air elementals in one stroke. Always good to have a nice talk when fighting to the death!
Ooooh this is bad, Alex murmured. Ill try to keep her off-bnce until Cedric gets back in the fight.
Same. Theresa sheathed her swords and drew her bow.
She fired arrow after arrow at the demon, cursing each time one bounced off.
Thats not good. ygon, st her with the jewel in your forehead then shoot the water shes in with the other two!
<em>Whoooooom!</em>
Three gems had been building in power, and now released their fire-beams. Two struck the water, sending explosions of steam through the air. The third hit the demons chest and she bellowed in pain.
Yes! Alex thought. Now weOh.
The steam clearedshe waspletely unharmed.
I shouldve bloody known, he muttered.
Hah! The creature pointed a pincer at Alex and Theresa, ignoring the wind gusts and lightning. I always love that look in my opponent''s eyes! That sudden shock!
Alex frowned.
This wasnt working.
Theresa, whatre your chances against her?
Not great, she said, her voice frustrated. She<strong></strong>shouldered the bow and drew her swords.
Alright, then Ill try to even some of those odds.
He took two of thest three booby-trapped flight potions he had, tossed them to Wizards Hands, then sent the spells at the demon as she swept her war-spear through thest of his air elementals. His jaw clenched then released, his hatred for the monster growing by the heartbeat.
ygon sted her, mes licked up her body, making her look even more like a walking nightmare. As the fire danced around her, the two Wizards Hands flew right past the towering demon, stopping only when they reached her army. ss shattered, potion-mist billowed out, and puzzled demons sniffed the air before abruptly hurtling into trees, cloudy water, and their leader.
Agh! Whats this? She cried, anger finally touching her voice, her own minions collided with her spine.
Alex looked for Cedric, finding the young man on his feet with a glowing hand pressed to his chest, and bruises that were rapidly fading. He was almost back in the fight.
The witches trees were on the move, closing in on the giant demon.
Time to press the attack.
Now, ygon! Alex reached out. Crush her!
The golem dove at the demonic leader at the same time Cedric did.
Snarling, she swept her weapon in an arc, pulping minions, then parrying a giant club wielded by an attacking tree.
A twist of the haft sent the club flying from her enemys log-like fingers, and a thrust sent the barbed de slicing into the trees trunk, exploding from its back. The animated hardwood was slowed, but still fought on.
It soon began withering.
Wisps of dark smoke bled from its wound, and in heartbeats, the young tree had wilted and shrivelled, until it copsed onto itself in a pile of rotting bark.
Ooooh hells! Alex swore.
Thats it! Give me a haste potion! Theresa said, clearly irritated.
What? Youre gonna go near that thing after that?
Not without a haste potion! Toss me one!
Alex reluctantly threw her the potion, watching as she chugged it and charged at the monster with no sign of hesitation.
The demon leader was cutting through another tree when Cedric and ygon reached her.
They attacked from two sides, she fought them with supernatural speed, parrying their blows. But now, all was not in her favour. A club struck her ribcage and she reacted with a grunt. She growled when Cedrics weapon shed her shoulder, then outright howled when one of ygons fists struck her back.
<em>That</em> hurt! But, well done! A pincer snapped a wooden arm from a walking tree, then she whirled on the golem with both pincers snapping.
They surged toward him.
She looked amused for a breath, then growled when his lower hands caught them.
This cant be!
The two titans pushed against each other, neither budging.
Alex didnt know who was more surprised: her, at something actually matching her strength, or him, at something matching ygons.
She kept struggling with the golem, trying to wrench free. Then his fire-gems red, hitting her from up-close.
Argh! A dirty triAgh! she screamed as the Chosen stabbed his spear deep into her side, then she cried out again when Theresa flew behind her with both swords shing.
The huntress went for the soft flesh beneath the pits of the demons lower arms, and her des bit down, drawing a trickle of ck blood. The cuts were shallow, but Theresa kept on them, shing at the wounds repeatedly, deeping them with each stroke of her des.
The leader exploded in boomingughter.
Theresa and Alex looked at each other.
This! This is what Ive longed for! Months of boredom and finally, some actual fun! she shook with delight. Alright then, lets see what all of youvery determined thingscan do!
Her foot shot up and kicked ygon back, breaking his grip.
Her war-spear whipped out.
There was a tearing sound.
y dust sprayed through the air.
Alex screamed.
A deep gash ran through the golems chest.
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With another slice of his de, Hart severed the beam-demons throat, keeping a tight grip on its face while stifling the sounds of dying. He slowly lowered the creature to the ground and rolled it into a nearby tent.
Thats twenty, he whispered, stalking forward like a predator.
Hed been moving through the camp under his ill-fitting disguise, killing anything that was alone, or not in in sight. As long as he kept his hood down and his distance from prying eyes, he passed for just another cultist with blood on his robes: able to move through the camp and kill at will, andwith so many tents aroundit was easy to hide the dead.
Still, he knew it was just a matter of time before <em>somebody or something</em> noticed that folk who shouldve been packing up supplies, had had their souls packed off to the afterworld. With that thought in mind, the Champion had enough time to slit three more throats before the rm went up.
Howalns dead! a mans voice shouted. Someone slit his neck from ear to ear!
Aaaah damn, Hart muttered, partway through wringing the necks of a demon with two crocodile heads. Well, it seems the party couldntst forever.
With a final crunch, he broke the demons spines, kicked the creature away, then looked around its tent. Arge, spiky axe leaned against a chest, seeming to call him to heft it over his shoulder.
Axe in one hand, dagger in the other, not the most morous way of doing business. He whirled them in his hands. But, theyll do.
Cracking his neck, he burst from the tent.
Thats right, you filthy freaks! The bogeymans here to gut ya!
With augh, he cleaved in the face of a surprised cultist, and stabbed a nearby traitor witch in the neck.
Come and get dead! he taunted them.
The stunned cultists could only gape before snapping out of their stupor and springing into action. They grabbed weapons or began casting spells. Demons charged.
The Champion of Uldar leapt into battle like a fish into the sea.