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 clay soldier, and a horde of air elentals. Below them, walking trees were coming 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 antit was ti to direct her troops.
Keep retreating, she reached into their minds. I will catch up. Theres sothing I have to do first. Her teeth bared.
Gripping her war-spear, Zonon-In spread her arms in invitation.
Co! her voice thundered. You wish to test your ttle against , 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 na.
His answer was a shouted incantation and fla 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 fla feels no hotter than noon in this lifeless place...oh how I miss the joy of true heat, she thought, standing among the flas, 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 so lesser demon who would have been roasted by your little spark? I need a challenge, sothing to drive down to one knee, but Im sorry to tell you, that wasnt it! Maybe a slap or two from your little hands might work. I might feel that!
Despite her goading, the Chosenmuch to her disappointntdidnt 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 sothing...
All of a sudden, he blurred into motion, charging straight for her.
Yes! Co on! Her weapon whirled in anticipation.
With a terrible noise, the hungry war-spear slamd against his morphic weapon, surprising her with the force of his blow.
You are a strong one, she complinted. For a mortal.
She thrust the war-spear, crashing against his guard, knocking him back.
But, I am strong too, for a demon. She grinned, letting her mouth tentacles run along her teeth.
Holy Uldar! Hear my cry, let your light fall and burn this invader of your land! The Chosen called out to his god.
A shift of divine force ca from above, she glanced up just in ti 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 to death isnt a very sound strategy, Chosen of Ooladar, 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 to co down himself if you want his power to strike down! She was enjoying herself. When it cos through you its a littlelacking. 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 blade while it cut air, water and nearby trees with equal ease.
Shed expected the shirtless man to die ti 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 lifeti 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, glaring 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 one last ti.
As you wish. She shrugged.
tal struck tal, the sound reverberating through the air.
A massive blow from her war-spear slamd 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
Sothing 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 glass ca.
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 elentals.
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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 sothing 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 elentals. Keep hitting her from every direction! Lets see if you can get her flustered!
The air ca to life as air elentals raked her with an onslaught of wind and lightning. But her reaction was like that of a bull being pestered by fruit flies; unimpressed.
And who is talking to now, I wonder? the titanic demon called through the rising potion mist. Are you trying to poison ? How adorable!
That voice sent a chill up Alexs spine and his instincts spiked, warning him to run for his life. He fought them.
Claygon! he called. I want you to
Alex! Watch out! Theresa scread.
There was a blur as sothing enormous cut through the air for him. He shot to the side, his eyes wide, his heart drumd 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 flash of light, only to reappear in the demons hand.
Oh shit! The young wizard swore.
Those make poor last words, she grinned.
Yeah, well theyre my last words and I say whether theyre poor or not! he yelled down at her. I an, no, those arent my last words!
Oho! This one has quite the mouth! She swept her spear around her, cutting through at least a dozen of air elentals 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-balance until Cedric gets back in the fight.
Sa. Theresa sheathed her swords and drew her bow.
She fired arrow after arrow at the demon, cursing each ti one bounced off.
Thats not good. Claygon, blast her with the jewel in your forehead then shoot the water shes in with the other two!
Whoooooom!
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 was completely unhard.
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. Sheshouldered the bow and drew her swords.
Alright, then Ill try to even so of those odds.
He took two of the last 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 the last of his air elentals. His jaw clenched then released, his hatred for the monster growing by the heartbeat.
Claygon blasted her, flas 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. Glass 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.
Ti to press the attack.
Now, Claygon! Alex reached out. Crush her!
The golem dove at the demonic leader at the sa ti 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 blade 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 collapsed onto itself in a pile of rotting bark.
Ooooh hells! Alex swore.
Thats it! Give a haste potion! Theresa said, clearly irritated.
What? Youre gonna go near that thing after that?
Not without a haste potion! Toss 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 Claygon 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 slashed her shoulder, then outright howled when one of Claygons fists struck her back.
That 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 sothing actually matching her strength, or him, at sothing matching Claygons.
She kept struggling with the golem, trying to wrench free. Then his fire-gems flared, hitting her from up-close.
Argh! A dirty triAgh! she scread as the Chosen stabbed his spear deep into her side, then she cried out again when Theresa flew behind her with both swords flashing.
The huntress went for the soft flesh beneath the pits of the demons lower arms, and her blades bit down, drawing a trickle of black blood. The cuts were shallow, but Theresa kept on them, slashing at the wounds repeatedly, deeping them with each stroke of her blades.
The leader exploded in booming laughter.
Theresa and Alex looked at each other.
This! This is what Ive longed for! Months of boredom and finally, so actual fun! she shook with delight. Alright then, lets see what all of youvery determined thingscan do!
Her foot shot up and kicked Claygon back, breaking his grip.
Her war-spear whipped out.
There was a tearing sound.
Clay dust sprayed through the air.
Alex scread.
A deep gash ran through the golems chest.
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With another slice of his blade, 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 plain 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 ti before sobody or sothing 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 ti to slit three more throats before the alarm went up.
Howalns dead! a mans voice shouted. Soone 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 couldnt last forever.
With a final crunch, he broke the demons spines, kicked the creature away, then looked around its tent. A large, 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 glamorous 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 a laugh, he cleaved in the face of a surprised cultist, and stabbed a nearby traitor witch in the neck.
Co 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.
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