1140 The battle for Maynard Island (17)
Monica's eyes narrowed. Since she received the shot in the shoulder, she tried to find where the sniper was. The guy was a real concern. He landed a hit on her earlier, even though she was riding the undead wyvern, and that thing didn't go slow. Quite the opposite. The sniper was skilled and dangerous if he could do sothing like that. She had to get rid of him.
Without warning, once she was sure of the guy's position, she yanked on her mount's reins, directing the undead wyvern toward a small hill at the battlefield's edge.
In hindsight, it was clear the sniper had to be on the hill. The only problem was to pinpoint its exact location.
Erik cursed as he realized what she wanted to do. Emily posed a real threat to Monica—while he could be kept at bay by the wyvern's overwhelming power, a well-placed shot from Emily could end the battle instantly without the third division commander being able to do anything.
Erik realized he needed to pour more mana into his next attack. The problem was that to make significant damage to the wyvern, enough to stop it in its tracks, Erik needed to use a huge chunk of it. But it didn't matter. Emily, Amber, Mira, and June were more important.
The air itself seed to crystalize as he ford dozens of wind blades, each one sharp enough to slice through steel. This ti, there was no doubt the wind blades were going to cut through that thing.
Monica sensed the surge of power behind her. The amount of mana Erik was moving was astronomical, and it was impossible for her not to notice. Her eyes widened as she felt the sheer amount of mana Erik was willing to use to stop her, but that only made her want to kill the sniper more.
"Fuck…" Banking sharply, the creature avoided the first of the attacks, then the second. Erik couldn't throw a barrage to Monica, or he would consu all his mana, so he used only what he needed to prevent the woman from going toward the four. The wind blades sliced through the space where Monica and her mount had been monts before.
Monica thought.
Erik seized the montary distraction to send a ssage to Amber.
Erik focused his attention on Monica.
The aerial chase intensified as the woman urged her mount toward the hill. The wyvern's powerful wings drove them forward at terrifying speed, while Erik pursued close behind, unleashing attack after attack to slow their advance.
Monica gritted her teeth in frustration as another of Erik's attacks forced her to adjust course. "You're persistent," she said, "but whoever is there will die by my hands, and it will be your fault!"
The wyvern banked around a particularly vicious wind blade, its decaying wings straining with the effort. Erik launched another concentrated wind blade, aiming for the wyvern's left wing. The undead barrel-rolled, but not fast enough—the blade sliced through a portion of its wing mbrane. However, the damage seed inconsequential as the beast continued its advance, and that didn't even last for long since Monica imdiately healed the creature. Yet Erik still gained precious seconds.
"Why so desperate?" Monica asked, her voice carrying over the howling wind. "Are your friends there?"
Erik combined fire and wind into a devastating cyclone. The super-heated air roared toward Monica and her mount, forcing them to veer right. The attack gave him so more precious seconds, but the hill still grew closer.
Monica wasn't going to just let Erik attack, though. She was still trying to kill or catch him, after all, and ordered the wyvern to attack. The undead's black flas got vomited from its enormous jaws, forcing Erik to dodge. He used Warp to teleport above the blast, but Monica had anticipated this. The wyvern's tail whipped, nearly catching him off guard.
Ti slowed as Erik activated Ti Freeze. The drain on his mana reserves reached astronomical levels at that point. He twisted away from the tail's path, launching ice spikes at the wyvern's wings. Several of them found their mark, but the creature's montum carried it forward regardless of the damage. Though it had so problems flying before Monica healed its wounds.
Erik followed up with a barrage of lightning bolts.
Monica got angry as Erik's attacks forced her to change direction again. She was very close to the hill now.
After a grueling chase, the wyvern finally hovered over the hill. With a guttural roar, it unleashed a torrent of flas, setting the entire area ablaze. Monica's maniacal laughter echoed across the battlefield, a chilling sound that cut through the crackling inferno.
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