Chapter 58: Tempus FulgurA Chapter by Latifa RahimA final face-off between the Boltshifter and the Red One.--------------------------------------------------
uring the attack of the frost dragon, many lives who had themselves
hidden inside the underground shelter, got murdered. The dragon's malice
outcropped everyone with its cataclysmic breath, freezing things upon first
touch, thus making them rendered lifeless. It's a life or death situation for
Reita; she finally decided to take the dragon on despite knowing her chance of
winning is slim. Her water attribute decree her attacks useless against the
dragon who has ice on its side. At time's brink, Reita who almost fell to her
demise got unforeseen help from three acquaintances who popped out from
nowhere.
"Why is everyone here?!" her perplexed
face invites some proud smirk from the men. "Later." Brad answers first. "We
have this big chunk to fry!" Clutched within the man's palm is the hilt of his
Lesser Signifer, Aspis. Its eerie purple glow pulsate as he raise his
sword. "Phil." He says, "Get back with
the greenhorn. New kid, you're with
me." Lemington shrugs his new 'nickname', unsheathing his
weapon also-- a polearm. "Roger!" Phil goes to his rear. "Mr. Phil, you're not with them?" Reita
ask, still with confused expression. "I'll be their support for now!" Grinning, Phil tightens his glove before letting
out an opening yell. "Conflagration!"
His shout, sends a huge magic circle to his fore
palm. The rubicund hue suggests it is a fire-elemental spell. It is indeed;
seconds later a vast tier of flame brims off from the circle, aiming the dragon.
Brad and Lemington charges, slashing their weapon with mettle.
"Venom
Needle!" Brad yells, sending an upward slash using his glowing sword.
Collision happened minutes later, when Phil's
fire magic hits the dragon's body approximately on timely manner with Brad's
attack. Wobbling, the dragon then gives an opening for Lemington to do his part
too. He roars, slicing a generous part of its cheek. Then, a counterattack
follows. The dragon belts its tail to Lemington's side, sweeping him off the
feet. He fell down to his back, exposing a hefty space of his torso for easy
attack.
As the dragon concoct another icy breath, Phil
quickly takes initiative to distract its attention. "Stone Turret!" he shouts, quarrying soil into rising blocks
with jagged tips. His rock formation sped towards the dragon, shoving
its jaw away from freezing Lemington in absolute zero. "Grnnnnn..." Everyone can hear the
dragon's brewing anger. "We're just warming up." Brad flashes a
cocky grin, his very own signature. "Hey, Phil, try harder, will ya?" "I’m trying!" Phil replies. "You
think it's easy to cast multiple spells in short time?" "Hmph." Brad replies with only dissatisfied
grumble. "Hey, new kid." "It's Lemington... Farad Lem--" "Shut your trap." Brad nicked his
speech. "...Stay alert. We don't know what this beast has on its sleeve."
Seems the dragon finally let everyone witness its
last trump card. While letting out a malicious groan, it curls while seething
an unknown force. Across, Reita feel some weird vibes brewing in the air.
"Everyone, be careful!" she tells her
friends. "It's about to change into something!" "Change? Heh, bring it on!" Brad
chuckles arrogantly.
Little he knew, beneath those scales, the dragon
starts to develop stronger armor in glistening dark clad. Caught off guard,
Brad receives a sudden attack-- no one predicted this-- from the unraveled
version of the dragon.
"Gwargh!!" Brad lands to his side, crouching.
"Gragh! What was that?!" He looks up, to the winged beast. Oddly, now it
has grown significantly taller, and bigger... Enforced in a black-suit armor which
reek of nasty aura. "...Unbelievable." Reita shook her
head, sensing this familiar ambience. "It's the Darkside!" she yells, surprising the three men. "Darkside?! What are you talking
about?" Lemington shrugs idly. "It's... WATCH OUT!!"
Reita's warning was tad too late; Lemington have
been whipped off also by the dragon's armored tail. Its whipping power now have
enhanced due to spiky protector layering the whole tail part.
"Ughhrgh...!" His body is caught by Phil. "Hey, you okay?!" "I'm alright... But, what's happened with
the dragon?"
Brad, standing alone face-to-face, surprisingly
let out an amused laugh. He remembered this recurring tension from a
battle he might have won, if not for a trade of limb. "Bring it on!" he roars
happily. "I'll tear those ugly armor of yours!" "Brad, don't be reckless!" Phil reminds
him. However, the man with prosthetic limb refuses to
hear such advice. He leapt, charging straight to the dragon's belly, swinging Aspis
with ounce of strength. "Venom
Needle!" Huge noise from metal collision proves his attack
was useless against the pristine armor.
"You
can't destroy the armor with normal attacks!" Reita shouts within her
mind. Beside her, Phil has conjured another spell to
assist Brad. "Detonation!" From his magic circle, raucous explosion distends
with blinding speed. "Lemington!" Called, the young man jumps away and charged also.
"Heaaah!" his polearm's swing seems enervated due to shock from the fall. It
failed to reach even the tail's tip, which got him attacked back with more chilly breath. "Ack! B*****d!" Lemington curses his
lower arm which now has congealed along with his weapon.
With one enemy down, the dragon focused back to
Brad. Its armor now shifts form, into a gel-like blue which then resonates to
the owner's mettle. Surprised, Brad took few steps back involuntarily.
"Don't run away, Brad! Go hack 'im!"
Phil says while launching more flame missiles. "Damn it! Venom Needle!!" Bracing himself, Brad took a breath then
rammed forward.
The dragon looks enjoying itself, humming coyote
smile before letting out a devastating attack. The resonating armor suddenly
solidifies into massive projection of ground zero, freezing everything within
its attack radius.
"Brad!!!" Phil screams, seeing how the
area across have turned into a field of snow and iceberg. "Lemington!!" He noticed
one of his ally, faltering, standing idly whilst the ice storm aggregates. "Get away from
there!"
But Lemington's body refuses to move, not because
he had his hands frozen-- But because of tremendous fear looming inside his
shriveling heart. "Tch...!" Swiftly, Reita took the
initiative by emulating a springy water barrier. The ice storm is halted due to her barrier's flexibility,
saving Lemington from expiring. "What about Brad?!" Phil panicked, eyes
scanning around for his friend. "There!!" Reita points at one icy sculpture au fresco.
It is Brad, caught within the dragon's breath and
now frozen still. "My God! Brad, no!!" Phil slouches to
the ground. "Don't lose hope yet." Reita taps her
shoulder. "Maybe if we defeat the dragon, We can bring him back." "We can't beat it…" Lemington shakes
his head continuously. "It's way too strong!" "Either we do, or die." Reita warns him.
"I have an idea."
Afflicted, Phil argues on his mind whether to
continue this perilous fight or not. But, seeing the situation at present, they
have not been provided with escape route anyway, so further strive against this
beast will be likely.
"...Let's hear them." he nods to her
proposal. "I'll try to draw out its armor." "By draw
out, what do you mean?" Pausing, Reita took a small glance to both men.
"My affinity is the same as it: Water. Just now, before it attacks with freeze field
move, the armor bulges out momentarily and changed shape into a watery substance." "I saw that too!" Lemington nods.
"What will you do, then?"
"Hopefully," she replies, "...I
can bend the entire armor off, then coax it to my command. I need you both for distracting it." "Sounds easy." Lemington shrugs. "Are
we ready, then, Mr. Phil?" "On your mark, Reita! I'm ready whenever you
are." "Let's go!" Reita sends her signal.
Backing away some distances from her place, Reita
shuts her eyes and began to focus. Meanwhile, Phil and Lemington are in charge
of disrupting the dragon from spotting through their plan.
"Get him away from Brad!" Phil says, "We don't want the old man becomes shaved
ice!" Lemington nods, poking the pointed part of his polearm
to the dragon. "Heyah!"
The dragon let out a shocked grunt, then turns
around to counter his attack. Few ice spheres shoots from its mouth, aiming
straight to Lemington's body. Even so, the man who manages to break down his
ice prison won't be tricked twice that easily, using the same ploy.
"Stone
Turret!" Hovering around Phil's magic circle are more crux of stones
mold into menacing spear head with spiraling end.
The dragon quickly dissipates them before they
hit, using its tail. Soon, its signature moves begins to show once again. The
dragon uplifts its armor which then turns into a watery substance, pulsating along
with its beat. This
is it. Reita nods to herself. Her focus have gone deep
below conscious level, stretching far to other plane of altered state. In here,
she tries to converse with Varuna. Touching the sea-bearing dagger makes her
feel as if the water seeps through her pores, traveling way up within the blood
vessel. Reita beseech this regal spirit of seven seas to bestow her the art of
purging ominous elemental into her kind. She's already below subconscious level now, mind
going deeper into the teeming darkness. At the sea of her neural drive, Reita
saw a turquoise light in a shape of tiny homunculus. This odd fellow nods to
her request, saying she shouldn't be worried and just 'go with the flow'.
Outside, at the battle field, Phil constantly calls her.
"Hey, Reita! Is it not yet?!" but she
didn't answer. Worried they may not be in time, Phil jumps back
and prepare for a vicious attack. Just in time, an ethereal voice replies his
doubtful wit. "Human child..." So it calls. Shocked, Phil went to see that it came from
Reita-- whose body now eerily floats mid- air, hands stretched to front. "Stay back.
I'll take care of this."
Both men felt a similar titillating charm coaxing
for them to trust Reita. So they did, and gave her the needed space. Hands
raised, Reita mumbles a foreign spell. Her eyes glows bright blue, similar to
when she conversed with Vayu, borrowing Jadel as his vessel. Soon enough, all the water succumbs to her
command. Even those embedded in the dragon's armor; they starts pouring down
like late night drizzle. The beast quickly restrain it before they're all sap
out, to no avail. Right now, every droplet of water present inside
the underground shelter conforms to Reita's finger movement. She makes a small
circle in the air, when suddenly a vortex appear from it. Sucking all the water
dry, it became her own ginormous sphere of water.
With one verdict, she spent her final words. "By my hands which drench Gaia with unbroken
rain, I hereby exile you to the lands of condemn. Begone, creature of evil. Rainstorm!" To everyone's shock, thunder and dark clouds
starts thawing the rustic shelter from above. Just when they're about to piss themselves,
Reita speaks again. "Human child... It's your turn now. Expel the evil, and see this fight through
boundless hope of yours."
With that, the odd voice disappears, so does the
eerie glow from Reita's body. Phil and Lemington won't surely miss this chance;
they quickly scatters to the dragon's side to deliver a penalty blow. Phil put
his palm on the dragon's neck, casting his earlier spell 'Detonation'. As the
flame missile explodes, Lemington jumps to hack the head away with his own
move. One lamentful cry from the severed head, along with big 'THUD' from the
fallen body confirms the ice dragon is no more.
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The war which engulfs Myriad in sea of enmity,
now, has been going on for hours. From the beginning, it was Ölver's insistence
of keeping the Green Sphaera inside his wall, which later induces Skydas'
appearance. This mysterious man's objective, of course, is the emerald orb-- no
less. Myriad and its people are no concern of his; this was what Ölver don't
know. Whether he surrendered the orb or not, Skydas has resolved to rally
HOUNDS army to annihilate anything over their sights. Subsequently after defeating the ice dragon, Brad
and Phil said they are going to help the front line. Trusting Reita and Flint's
safety to Lemington, they departed quickly as the war cry echoes only voices of
the darkness and ogres.
Grisly shades looms over the clouds in
battlefield's front line. Having defeated the Horned Cyclops, Thomas and Iegor
were stormed by another wave of rune knights. To their aid Blautiel, his troop
along with Ariad came. Blautiel mandate himself as the one who would slay the rune
knights' commander, to decrease their moral and-- hence, enlarging their
probability of triumph. Thomas now has bruises and open cut around his
body. This young man have fought more than three dozens of HOUNDS rune knights
all by himself. His young age and small build tricked the enemy of thinking
he's an easy prey. In fact, that stature actually helped him evading attacks
and getting around enemy's defense.
Across, Iegor whose hands are tied busy, calls
out. "Hey, shrimpy!" he
blocks an incoming attack using the basket hilt around his
sword's hilt. "I'm not shrimpy!"
Thomas replies, hands tied busy also with an ogre-type enemy. "Don't fall! We still have work to do!" "I know." Few poised steps 'round,
Thomas slips to the ogre's back and deliver a fatal stab to its left shoulder. The gashing sound and
spurt of mud-green blood have solidifies Thomas' victory. Wiping his weary
forehead, he speaks.
"The commander isn't back yet." There's
a slight apprehension between his thick brows. With his brother gone to liberate another
areas which have been stormed by HOUNDS soldier, Thomas worried things won't go on
his favor. "I won't worry too much." Iegor
detangles his side fringe, after a boastful victory. "He's way above our levels, and of course
above from those HOUNDS."
Beyond Myriad's gate, within the vast field of
green which has turned ash brown. We see hordes of HOUNDS troop scattered
around their standing places, already lifeless. Most have been beheaded, others
have this brutal wound hole on their abdomen, only possible from high-tier magic
spell. The stone-lodgers who were giant and ogres have been utterly defeated
also, in similar manner. We see, in the distance, a small flock of seven
men rally their horses towards the last line of HOUNDS army. This is Blautiel's
squad who have been ordered to accompany him defeating the enemy's commander.
What he refers are Skydas and Damhorn, still on their prime, standing at the
front line.
Even from his untidied hair, Damhorn can feel the
scent of a strong opponent nearby. Letting out an amused chuckle, he tempts Skydas'
curiosity. "Seems a big rat's comin'.” With his putrid mouth, Skydas comments eagerly. "Yes, M'lord. That's a Purebred, no
doubt." Damhorn giggles fervently, like a toddler unwrapping a gift box. "I'll make sure to watch the moment you
gouge his eyeballs out." Skydas says, "Bring me back his head." "With pleasure, Sire."
Damhorn retrieve his helmet, then put it on while
holding off his excited giggle. His Bolt Trident stays by his rear as he knocked
the horse to run. Finally, I can chop
some heads! His mind races, feeling the rush of adrenalines. From afar, his
dilated pupil saw Blautiel's white horse pacing faster. Under its rider's palm,
a heavy lance with thick, converging end tucked firmly. Another long-range
attacker, I must've been dreaming!
Damhorn spelt his thought joyfully. I'll
just shake that lance off his hand and tear his head using it! With Blautiel charges boldly to his attack range,
Damhorn makes an opening attack. One swing from his trident expels some thunder
orbs which discharges right to their target. Blautiel's expression remains
calm, he has expected this. He swipe invisible runic using his gloved fingers,
then shouts.
"Barrier!" Warm lucent light envelopes
his and the horse's bodies, shielding them from Damhorn's lightning. "Tch,
so you wanna play rough? Fine by me!" Damhorn steers his horse around,
then charges. "Haaaaa!" Stabbing his trident straight to the barrier's
wall, he's trying to ram it by raw force. Inside the barrier, Blautiel smiles proudly.
"You are such jest. Surely you don't expect breaking my barrier using that petty weapon of
yours...?"
Damhorn replies with another grin. "That's
my line, pale witch! You haven't seen this!" His aura changes suddenly. Heap of vigor brims
from his body, imbued in yellowish gleam. "Haaaaaa!!" Damhorn charges
again. “Break!!” This time, by slight touch from his tip only, the
barrier seared. "What the...?" Shocked, Blautiel quickly takes hold of his horse
rein. The horse neigh in surprised pitch, legs tilted upwards, frightened. "Take this as your first course, fey!"
Another jab from Damhorn's trident. "Bolt
Charge!!"
Boom of thunder jots off, hitting the poor
horse's belly which is without protection. The shock wave sent it flying back,
away with its master still sitting on its back. A loud crash soon follows with
several worried shouts from Blautiel's men.
"Commander!" One of them didn't wait long
to deliver a revenge punch. By his sign, his horse leaps to Damhorn's
direction. "Take this!!" his spear's tip is about
to hit Damhorn's head, when the counterattack follows. Blighting zap of lightning scurries from
the ones which hit Blautiel's horse. The soldier and his horse were burnt alive, on
their flesh, by the frightful bolt.
"Well, well!" Damhorn's amused sigh
follow after a bored shrug. "What a shame. Not even a fey could harm me? Hmm?" his smug
smirk looks even more from lower height. "I'm looking forward to gouge your
boss' eyes with my weapon here... But first, let me enjoy myself with your
funeral!"
All of sudden, before Damhorn is able to roast
the entire squad, there's an abrupt intervention. Flash of white light slams
his horse, quite fatal that it bore giant hole to its side torso. Late with
jumping down, Damhorn is taken to a rolling crash along with fresh corpse of
his stallion. From where the light originate, Blautiel's figure is seen. He
arose without any visible injury, holding his palm out to fire some more
missile.
"Fax
Lucre." he says. "Differing from its counterpart 'Lex Lucre', this spell possess a greater destruction upon its evocation."
Blautiel's comeback delights his team. "Commander! You are alright!" "Of course. Now, we are even." He says,
bluffing to the fallen Damhorn, still crumpled on the ground. Though his body seems fine, he
just rolls to sides without the intention of getting up. "What a shame." Blautiel copies his
tone. "...I'll give you a painless death now."
Lance risen, Blautiel prepares to deliver a
finishing blow, when suddenly a deafening crash-noise strikes behind. Startled,
Blautiel jumps away, abandoning his sole chance finishing the enemy.
"What... What is that just now?!" he
checked to his team, but found none. Only sizzling gas fuming up the air from what
seemed to be... burned corpse. "By the Gods above..." he mutters.
“He... Khehehehe..." a sickening laugh loosen
from Damhorn's crumpling body. "You damned...!" Blautiel charges
blindly, but his enemy has hidden trick up his sleeve. With a single touch to his spear's tip, Damhorn
delivered a jolt wave like the last time he did. Interwoven bolt veins crept quickly to
Blautiel's metal glove, before zapping him in massive voltage. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Damhorn's laugh
got louder and worse, tune-wise.
"Punks! How dare you... Kicking me off from
my horse!" Nimbly, he jumps to Blautiel, fallen to his back,
landing several kicks. "Huh?! How dare you! You kick me out just
now, huh?! Huh?!!" endless salvo of feet stomps rain down to Blautiel's body. Due to power
enhancement earlier, mere kicks of his now able to crush even the strongest
metal. Bent mark and cracks starts forming on Blautiel's
armor, sending inner bleeding down his skin.
"You punks shouldn't defy me, really!"
he goes on. Thrilled, he took his trident and swung it
violently. "Urgh!!" Blautiel cries in pain as
those three prongs implanted themselves to his stomach. Warm blood starts running, along with
his opponent's pervious laugh. "Ahahahahaha! Now you see?! This is what you
get from defying me! You shouldn't, really! You know, right?!"
Just as Blautiel is about to cast another of his
'Fax Lucre', Damhorn spotted this. Furious, he twisted his trident whose prongs
are still inside Blautiel. The pointy-eared man grunts deeper as his bowel
leaks blood, giving such unbearable pain. Even with such horrid scene, Damhorn keep
laughing. His fervent cackle is no more of amused manner-- he's ecstatic seeing
his enemy hollered to crisp death, another writhing in pain underneath him.
"Ha! Cry, cry! Cry all you want!" he screeches.
"Blame your country, blame your Pope! Wasn't he the one who made you like this? Wasn't
he the one who officially sent you to death? Hyahahahaha!!" "Urgh... Never..." Blautiel mumbles.
"Never... Look down... on us... Seraphim army!" Mustering up his strength, Blautiel grips
Damhorn's trident and sent his spell up from it. "Fax
Lucre...!" Sadly, his move was too discernable. Damhorn quickly cancels it by casting a spell.
"Bolt Charge!!"
Merciless as his laugh, Damhorn sent plasma orbs
to Blautiel's innards, causing a huge shock within his nerve. His body reverberates
awfully due to sudden disturbance in impulse flow. "Hyahahahahaha!!" The
fascinated Damhorn delightfully witnessed this, with eyes almost going white. His ecstasy seems
to have peaked to its summit that he's feeling a similar sensation to when one's
having orgasmic reaction. "Hahaha! Ughh... Haaa... Hnggghh!"
gritting his teeth in pleasure, Damhorn keeps sending merciless blow to Blautiel.
Suddenly, though, one of Blautiel's survived teammate
gave the creepy man a taste of his spike harpoon. The spear hits just before
Damhorn's eyes, causing a great disturbance which he has to avoid by pulling
out. Freed from the trident, Blautiel quickly heal himself using immediate
spell.
"Tervistuma!"
he shouts the second-highest healing spell.
Checking his man, Blautiel’s hand gleams brightly
in backdrop of noon. The one launching his harpoon doesn’t look well after
minutes spent to heal his injury. Apparently, he have used up all of his
leftover strength to create brief chance for him to turn the tide.
"Hey! Hang in there!" Blautiel went
quickly to the man, trying to heal his wound. Though, deep inside he knew, there's no chance
for this half-burnt lump of muscle even if he exert all of his recovery magic. Com... Commander..." the weakening man tried
to speak. "Please... Take my horse..." He says, "Then... Go... Defeat the real commander... This mongrel isn't...
the one..." "I know." Blautiel nods firmly. "I
shall see to the end that your sacrifice isn't in vain." "Th... ank... you... Com... mander..."
the man gapes for few breath before finally closing his eyes forever.
Though saddened that his entire group has been
defeated, Blautiel has to go on. His eye's corner caught a glimpse of the
mentioned horse, seemingly safe and spared from Damhorn's inhuman rampage. He
then took this momentary disturbance to leap onto it, escaping the battlefield,
further upwards. His main target isn't Damhorn, but Skydas, the leading figure
of HOUNDS army. He should hurry before time runs out from his already trickling
vigor.
Pacing the horse with haste, Blautiel races
against his own time towards the HOUNDS' last line. Across, he already saw
Skydas in his glistening all-black armor, grinning in anticipation.
"HOUNDS! Begone from this land!!" he
roars while preparing a furtive spell. Unbeknownst to him, from behind, Damhorn's
trident flung past the still air with blinding speed. Then, a voice echoes. "Thunder
Call!" With his rear side exposed, Blautiel has no time
to evade the attack. From greater altitude, we see his figure slumps off the horse
with flickering purple bolt immerse his everything.
-------------------------------------------------- Down at the underground shelter, Lemington sits
with Reita after she finally regained back herself. Flint, who have gone hiding
ever since the battle starts, came out unexpectedly along with several other
survivors. They have scattered themselves further inside the creviced shelter,
so the ice dragon couldn't even trace their scent. Drip of water slowly gravitate downwards into the
cold ground. They are the remnants of Reita's extensive spell used earlier to
slay the dragon. Along with those rattling trickle, sounds of mourning and
lamentation seethe from within the survivor's lips. Though left unspoken, the
horror of seeing their relatives massacred horribly by a single creature is
unsettling. Among their ranks, curse and prayers to the current Gods are
uttered in perturbing manner.
"This is horrible." says Flint, legs
crossed, burying his tiny face inside. "Everyone's dead... Why this is
happening?" "Flint..." Reita stays closer to him.
The boy sobs as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Bad day, isn't it..." she mutters. “If only this is a dream we can easily wake up
from..." Flint offers nothing but sustained weep from
within.
"Flint, listen." she says, reaching for
the boy's arm to make him show his face. "You're not alone here. There are still
everybody else, right? Look around, look around." Her joyous nod suggests Flint to
cast his eyes to his surroundings. In return, he got affirming nods and warm smiles
from everyone. "I am... not alone?" "No, you're not." Reita assures him.
"But, I'm sorry-- I need to go now." "Where to? Don't say you're going up!" "I am." Reita gave a complicated smile.
"My friends are all scattered around this city. I have to help them-- at any cost."
Then, she turns to Lemington. "Farad, can I
ask you a favor?" "Anything." he replies with solemn
look. "Thanks. Please stay here with everyone,
make sure you all hide where the enemy won't find you." "What? But...!" Disagreeing expression suddenly
wash Lemington's face. "...I thought you're gonna ask me to go with
you, to help your friends!" "That was my intention originally, but..."
Reita gave a long sigh. "...These people need at
least one person to protect them, just for worst what-if
scenario."
"Then what about you?! Are you just gonna
march outside blatantly??" "I have prepared." she looks at him
bitterly. "Okay, Flint, everyone... Take care. Farad, don't die on me." her smiles sends
waft of acrimony. "...Let's go eat together when thing's
settles down."
Wordless seeing her decision, everybody stood
idly while seeing Reita's figure cast bigger shadow on the ground, embalmed in
afternoon glow. Then, just before she climbs some rubbles to reach the exit,
Flint shouted.
"HEY!!!" Shocked, the red-haired girl
almost slips off from her landing. "What?! You surprised me!" she
protested. "Take this lame guy with you!" "What the heck did you just say?! Lame?!" the mentioned person lands
his own protest too. "No need to babysit us, we're not as
helpless as you think." Flint smiles slyly. "Go with her, old man. She might need your
help." "Old
man?! Kids these days...!" Arms crossed, Lemington is about to throw
fit to him, when Reita shouts from across.
"Farad, take care of them for me!" "Wait! Hey, Reita! Wait!" he calls her
back. "Doh! What is it again?!" "Really, we're fine here." one female
refugee lifts her voice. "You should go with the young lady, Sir
Knight. We can take care of ourselves." Standing close to her, a man spoke. "I can
do a bit self-defense. So does the other men here." he points several male refugees,
looks healthy and without the plague.
"Really... That's a bit relief."
Lemington nods. He's now convinced of Flint's suggestion to go outside. "You're really okay with
this, kid?" "I am!" Flint nods profusely.
"Don't die, 'kay? You too!"
he waves towards Reita. "What say you, Reita? You need a helping
hand?" "Indeed I am!" she let out a meek
smile. "Well, come on, then!"
Paving their way upon mounds of rubbles, Reita
and Lemington finally see daylight once more. It is afternoon now; the sky
glows vividly in blush orange and streak of deep mauve. The wind have paced, a
bland sign of letting people know soon darkness shall descend. Usually at this time of day, the scenery would
give warmth and subtle joy to people's heart. Yet, seeing how unfavorable the
situation at hand, those prospect of optimism seems to have vapored into thin
air. Looking straight ahead, we can see batch of soulless corpse deprived of
innards. Seems it was the work of demonic creature who eats human flesh, or
perhaps another humanlike form who loves seeing others writhe in pain.
Walking ahead of the red-haired girl, Lemington
worried Reita would collapse from seeing this absurd scene. On the contrary,
she looks content walking among it... saves for her sojourned wrath for the
perpetrator, showing clear as day on her face.
"Whoever did this..." she mutters,
"...probably not human."
Moments later, Reita and Lemington arrives at one
secluded area near the northwestern district. This withdrawn place is shielded
by translucent pink wall evoked by some Ophanim devotee standing before it.
"That must be the safe area." Lemington
says. "Is it where the soldiers are treated?"
Reita asks, trying to perceive what's beyond. "Yes, it seems so. Let's go ask them."
Carefully, Lemington steps forward. He then greets the devotee. "Excuse me. Is this a
safe area for the army?" "Who are you?" Instead of them, a
wounded soldier walks gallantly, though he is using a crutch on both arms.
"We are your allies." Lemington assures
him with firm nod. "We've come from the shelter." "The... shelter?! What... That's
impossible!" the man shudders. "There was... a giant dragon... attacking us. It has gleaming blue
scales and it--" he stutters, "...It breathes coldest freeze." "Oh, that." Reita bolster a nod.
"We've taken care of it." "Taken care, by that, you mean..."
"We've defeated it." Lemington says.
"That's..." the soldier paces back awkwardly, then shouts out of the blue.”...Hey, everyone!
Come here! Someone finally beat that winged b*****d!!" From his back, the entire faction broke into
hailing praise. "Bring the brave men in!" "Let us congratulate them!" "I wanna
say thanks, too!"
Just as the soldier with crutch about to tell the
devotee to lower the barrier, suddenly his visions widen in terror. Mouth gasping
for air, he points at something... close by Reita and Lemington's sides.
"W- W- Watch out!!" his scream sounds
lifeless. Quickly, Reita initiated her barrier. An incoming
attack! Lemington quickly take his position in front of her, saying "Thunderstorm?!
Without rain?!" Then got chewed out. "Hey, don't get in my
line of sight!"
Reita's eyes frown in utmost dismay hearing his
response. There can't be thunderstorm in this dry afternoon. She knows only one enemy capable of casting numerous
bolts effortlessly. There's one more thing she need in order to justify her
guess. Then, there's the typical laughter. It ticks off her nerve straight
away.
"DAMHORN!!!" she growls loud. "Eh, who? You know that weirdo?" Lemington
asks, pointing to a solitary individual pacing forth their direction.
This man wears no helmet, though his body is
clothed properly in eccentric armories. Capped above the man's mythril shirt
are three-pieces-chestplate which has peculiar emboss on top. Lemington
staggers, remembering the only group who wore such design.
"Move." Reita growls. She's feeling her
blood boils. "Reita...?" The man beside her is
feeling also her brewing wrath. "Move, I said. He's my target." The
red-haired girl shoves Lemington aside, stepping boldly to meet her enemy's eyes. "I guess a roach's life outstands a cat,
huh?" she mocks.
"Why is she mocking the enemy?! Don't she
know this is a HOUNDS we're talking about?!" Lemington starts to worry, bullets
of sweat raining off his headplate. "Hey, Reita... I think we shouldn't push our
luck here..." says he, whispering to Reita's back. "Don't worry." she assures without
looking back. "I've won twice
against him. This time, I'll carve his grave for sure!"
"Getting cocky, aren't we?!" Damhorn’s'
voice echoes. "Bolt
Charge!" he dispelled several dozens of plasma orb. Swiftly, Reita lob
them away before they came in contact with her barrier. "That's my line, b*****d! Why the heck are
you here? Haven't you had enough of--" "SHUT UP...!" Damhorn cuts her off.
"He... Hehehehe... What do ya know, Miss Punk... Fate really brought us together again!"
Reita remains silent. "You know, Miss Punk, I've always been
dreaming of you every night!" he giggles. "Dreaming of the day when I can slice every
ounce of your meat open while you're conscious! Hyahahahahahaha!!"
"Psycho." Lemington comments. "I
won't let you do that to her!" "Scoot off, pesky rat. You're no match of my
power." Damhorn grunts, having his speech disrupted. "Well, without further
ado! Shall we, Miss Punk?" "You're dead, Damhorn. Go to hell and repent
your sins." Reita takes a stance, Varunastra ready on both hands. "Farad, step
back." "You're gonna take him alone? That's
reckless!" "It's just as he said, sorry." she
shook her head. "Your power is no match. He's dangerous...
Oh yeah, better get inside the barrier. His lightning can spread like spider-webs."
With that settled, Lemington is forced to go
inside the safe area while Reita faces Damhorn all by herself. This is the man
who first witnessed her repulsive power of time-bending. This is the man, too,
who probably caused her being a prime
target of the HOUNDS now. Her resolve is firmed: she has to take him down, now
or never. Both combatants’ stands before each other, breeze
of dust carries over scent of death to their eager feet. Damhorn acts quickly,
creating his first opening attack. Pointing his trident like a witch's wand, he
casts off.
"Bolt
Charge!" In a nib of seconds, Reita launches her defense
drift. "Raise, water barrier! Varunastra!"
With that, her whole body is engulfed within a
secure fizzy bubble. The plasma orbs tries to carve their way into the barrier,
but the flexing movement of effervescent layer depose them off easily. With
that gone, Reita let not a chance slip by casting an expository spell.
"Vortex
Blow!" Small vortex appears, sending frothy bubbles
which explodes upon contact with target. Damhorn expelled them with his pronged weapon.
"Got nothing beside this? I'm bored with your trifling skills!" he
snickered.
Insulted, Reita's eye twitched. She draws a long
breath, before changing her stance. Left foot striding the ashy ground, left
hand stretched out, and palm’s open. With careful stroke, she pulls a handful
of concentrated energy as her breathing paces up.
"What're you up to, Miss Punk?" Damhorn
fiddles with his face scars. "Hey... I'm asking YOU!!" another serving of bolts
were emitted from his dwindling rage. "Damhorn... Ever heard of the sea
crying?" "What nonsense are you babbling now? Get
ready to burn to crisp...!" he laughs as the stalwart thunder inches to her side. Left
palm lifted up, Reita calls forth stream of water from her blade.
"Haaaa....!" she inhales, before
calling out. "Dragonbender!!" The summoned beast emanates from Reita's hand,
about quarter the size of full-fledged dragon. "Easy-peasy!" Damhorn let a smug smirk
before hustling his own spell. "Thunder
Call!" Effortlessly, his roaring thunder incise Reita's
summon into torn wedges. Even so, her posture remains still.
"Haaaaaaaaa!!" her bellowing voice
boosts the dragon's power, thus reinforced its figure after got shredded by Damhorn's spell.
The ultramarine-hued beast sprints on, ragged teeth set loose to its target. "Im- Impossible!" On reflex, Damhorn
covers his face as the dragon engulfs him into a sea spasm.
Seeing her opponent has his guard unfastened, Reita
dashed. Holding both daggers as dual weapon, she lands several arching strike
to him. Rush of adrenaline bolster her flurry. She spins to side, kicking her
target to his side. Whack! He
staggered behind, but she won't stop. Aptly, she alters between each hand to
give her target a well-deserved clean cut. Damhorn wince in pain as he tries to
rebalance himself. After several whines and nasty curses, gradually,
he found his balance returned. Damhorn now stands back to his two feet, ready
for counterattack. He tilts his blunt end of trident, hampering Reita's
continuous rampage. The girl jumps back to avoid getting hit, then Damhorn poke
her defenseless belly with mustered strength.
"Augh!" Reita cries as she omits gas
and some secretory mucus from her throat. "Got you!" Damhorn follows her pattern
of attack, giving her another blow. This time, using the pointy end. Reita evades
just in time. Her neck is spared, only a splotch of hair was cut in the process. "Ha!
Bolt Charge!" Sending off dozens of electro spasm, Damhorn got
her this time. Reita is thrown off, landing flat on her back. Beyond the barrier, she
heard Lemington cheers for her name.
"Urgh... Damn!" Luckily, her tenacity
helps her to get back on feet quickly. Just about time she cast a revenge bow, Damhorn
manages to close off his distance with Reita. A loud 'thwack' sound scatters as he
knock Reita on her lower chin, sending her flies back to the gritty sand. "Bolt...
Charge!!"
Stunned, Reita didn't even have the chance to
evade. She took Damhorn's attack as it is, letting her nerve system wrecked by thousands
of volts chilling her spine. Damhorn let out an amused laugh seeing Reita's
body having a seizure from his attack.
"Dance, dance to my thunder! Feel your pain!"
he says.
Again, from beyond the barrier, we see
Lemington's face trying to call Reita's name, cheering her on. This time,
though, his face went blue pale and his mouth curved in angry pint against
Damhorn.
"B*****d!!" he says, "Reita, stand
up! Stand up!"
Reita herself, laid on the ground, writhed
weakly. She receives quite the scale, now that Damhorn has enhanced his
strength. Her body crumples, like an outworn ragcloth. Obstinately trying to
lift her heads several times, she fell right off the bat.
"Ugh... Damhorn... You..." her cloying
breath curses the man standing proud before her. "Miss Punk, I'm saddened that our meeting
will end here, soon." he falsifies a mourning tear. "Fare the well, Miss Punk!
Heehehehehee!"
Raising his trident, Damhorn cast his finishing
move. Curt seconds before his bolt hits Reita into burnt dough, a collision
happens unexpectedly. His bolts disappeared, upon hitting a disk-shaped object.
From behind the mighty flash, he heard a voice mocks him.
"Unfortunately for you, the meeting still has to go on!" the
figure stands proudly, turning its head to Reita. "Don't worry.
I'll take it from here."
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We step back few hours ago, when Reita got an
unexpected help from three acquaintances. Brad, Phil and Lemington suddenly
flags down out of nowhere, just before the frost dragon about to masticate her
into ground meat. Their abrupt incoming then, became a huge help for her.
Having friends on her side, Reita's resolve firmed. She calls upon her
innermost power, thus defeated the winged beast. After the fight, Brad and Phil
asked Lemington to stay by her side while they go to help Thomas and his squad.
"Sixty-seven!" Iegor sends a scrupulous
yell to Thomas, still fighting beside him. "How are you doing, shrimpy?" "Like I said!" Thomas frowns while
slicing his opponent, "I have a name, and it's certainly not 'shrimpy’!"
With last seen enemies have been slain, Thomas
and Iegor puff off relieved sighs. Both men have been injured, though not
fatal, but terribly fatigued. Iegor, having had arduous training and advantages
of being a Halfling, suddenly stumbled upon his knee.
"Mr. Iegor!" Thomas gets to him, his
Brandeis blue orb glints concerned glance. "You okay?" Thomas took out one vial of
ointment and hand it over. "Here, use mine." "No... need." Iegor's breath seems
crooked for obvious reason. "Huff… Arstima!"
Forcing himself to use recovery spell grants only a mingle of light emanating from his palm. "Don't force yourself! Here-- I'll treat
your wound." The young man insisted.
While uncapping the bottle's neck, he asks one
rhetorical question. "Mr. Iegor... Are we... Okay? I'm worried we won't gain an
upper hand of this war. Just look at the casualties..." Iegor nods,
from his wobbling head it is clear he paid more attention recovering his own focus. "It's best to not have such mentality."
he replies. "The Gods are with us. His Holiness have spoken." "You... trust him...?"
Thomas frowns, remembering his encounter with the
man entitled 'His Holiness' babbling ostentatious rants about how he plead
asylum for this monstrosity coming from his own persistence.
"We don't have much to go on," Iegor
says, "...Than to trust
him."
His commend create more tension in the air that
Thomas didn't dare to speak through. Both fell to impeding silence for a while, before
Iegor starts another conversation. "...So, you're the son of that Reuna Hábil?" "Yes, I am." Thomas replies, now has
his chin resting on the knee. "...Legally?" "Of course! What were you thinking?!"
Iegor scratches his side hair awkwardly.
"...My bad, I was just not convinced. I mean..." He paused. "...I haven't heard anything
about Sir Hábil got married." "Her wife-- My mum was separated from him,
then my step-father found her. Afterwards, we started living together." "...Along with that brother of yours."
Iegor replies.
"...Yes. To be honest... There are still
things I'm confused of. I don't understand what does living as a 'Halfling' is like. I don't even
understand why I was born as one..." Iegor pledged silence for a while, then said
"...This year, I'll be 96." "...How many human years is that?"
Asked Thomas, seemingly not surprised hearing the amount of age years Iegor have passed. "I'd say around twenty or twenty-one." "Then... You're even younger than the rest
of my group..." "That makes you even younger, shrimpy." Iegor smacks the young man's head
lightly.
Thomas' urge to correct him abruptly disappear as
he saw Iegor laughs openly. His usual strained expression liquefies along with
the melting joy. Unbeknownst to them, there's one HOUNDS summoner survived the
raid. She's already on her brink of time, though, and using every last ounce of
her mettle to evoke a deadly spell. Without realizing, a trail of dark hex emanates
from the ground, creeping close to where Thomas and Iegor sat. Then, a bulging
roar echoes-- a Shadowbeast, already
flaunting its menacing teeth. Thomas didn't have the time to dodge, so does
Iegor. Both men's eyes widens in shock in that flash of second. Out of the blue, a sword was flung, passing a
clean posh through the Shadowbeast. The darkness creature squirms high-pitched
before returns to dust. Without ado, the sword's owner took another swing, this
time decapitating the summoner's head effectively.
"Lame. Letting the enemy sneak past your
defense, just like that." the owner's gruff tone surprised Thomas. "M- Mr. Brad...?" The young man jots up
with confused look. "Mr. Phil, too?! Why are you here...? How?" "Later, boy." Brad waves to him.
"You... Soldier. Can you stand up?" Iegor nods firmly, proving he's okay by standing
buff.
"Good. Looks like we've got another guests
coming. Phil, to position!" Thomas then realized that he was careless all
along. Further out from the gate, he saw remotely, a group of stallion-riding HOUNDS are
closing in. "That's the commander, I'd wager." Feeling the adrenaline pump,
Brad grins widely. "Don't be reckless, Brad! You've just came
out off an ice cage!" Phil reminds him.
As the squad approaching, Iegor sighted a
perturbing view. The squad's commander holds something in his hand... A bundle
of hair strand. He recognizes the color soon, then broke into a hysteric
scream.
"COMMANDER!!" "Mr. Iegor, what happened?" Thomas
jumps alerted; but before anything, Iegor have dashed outside in mad rage. "Drat, that soldier! Phil, stop him!"
Brad says. Too late, before Phil could cast his hindering
spell, Iegor have roared a hasty spell. "BIND!!" his voice, trembles. Hints of
sorrow, panic and anger blends into a woeful medley.
With just one evocation, we see some of the
stallions have been rendered out from their fights, so did their riders. The
commander-in-charges turned out to be Damhorn. He gestured something weird to
his group. Beside him, a hooded woman began casting a spell out of the book.
From the magic circle which appears on thin air, Phil noticed something.
"It's a teleport spell! She's going to teleport
the commander inside!!" Beside him, Brad's eyes glints as if he had found
a meticulous idea. "Phil." Said he, tapping his comrade's shoulder. "We're
going out. Seal the gate." It took Phil minutes to digress the point of
Brad's plan, but in the end he nodded.
"Wait, you two! What are you
planning?!"
Brad and Phil ignored Thomas' question, marching
boldly to where Iegor madly wrecking spells. With one knock, Brad was able to
throw off Iegor back inside the city wall. With that, Phil sealed the entire gate
with his Stone Turret spell.
"Mr. Brad, Mr. Phil! What is the meaning of
this?! Open up!!" Thomas banged the stone bricks. "I'll leave the big fish to you, lad!"
Phil's voice sinks as the HOUNDS' war cry ricochet against him. "You can't! You'll die... No!!" Thomas
cried out all his throat, trying to ram the bricks open.
In a flash second, physic-defying quantum flick
resonates on the open air around. Shocked, Iegor got back to his feet quickly
and casts another spell. From the flickering zap, Damhorn came out with a
lustful grin.
"Hi there, fey." he greeted. "I came to deliver this." He throws the bundle of hair to Iegor's face,
stunned white. "This... is..." his lips quivered.
“Commander’s..." "Didn't even let out a squirming cry. How
boring." Damhorn picks his nose then throw the foul bead with finger's flick.
"Fu..." Iegor grasped his breath before
letting out an amused chuckle. His reaction surprised Damhorn whose expectation was for him
to cry in distress. "You surely jest." Iegor lowered his face in mocking gesture, hands
carefully sifting his fringe. "The Commander I know-- The Vaikne I know, won't fall that
easily!" He then turned to Thomas. "Go." "What?! No! And leave you here alone?!"
Thomas rejects vehemently. "This is the last defense of Myriad's lower
city, Isfel. I, Iegor Munar, shall not let this intruder go home alive and well!" Thomas is
struck speechless with his resolve. "Go! Now!!"
Now, we're back at the battlefield where Reita
faces Damhorn in losing situation. Her life have been spared due to a familiar
face came running to assist. His words, bitter and embalmed in frothing rage,
says
"You're going down!" Not thinking twice, he leapt across and began
attacking. His signature move, Sword
Dance, tramples the ground with graceful movement which
spurs deadly shot. "Thomas, no!" Reita calls his name.
Damhorn laughs irritatingly, mocking as he evades
every of Thomas' strike. Having all his attack blocked, he steps back to
readjust his stance. His grunting breath dislocate any focus he had left,
baring him vulnerable to future attacks.
"Thomas!" Reita grasps his shoulders.
"What happened? Where is everyone?" Without turning his head around, Thomas answered
simply. "Gone." "Gone...? What, why... How?" "It's because of you, HOUNDS!" Thomas
roared, hastening his steps into another Sword Dance move.
This move was invented to be used with refined
limbs, controlled in serene mind. His state at this time doesn’t fulfill those
requirement, hence the easiness to counter the move with minimum effort.
Damhorn gets him back by sending parabolic weave of thunder orbs to his
shoulder.
"Ugwaaah!" Thomas winced, then fall to
his back. "Thomas! You okay?!" Reita came to him.
"We can't defeat this with blind rage." She said, "Hey, listen. If we can work
together, I'm sure--" "What is it to work together?!" the
young man startles her with his yelling. "Everyone is gone! Dead! Because of this
man!! Now I'm going to severe his veins!"
Reita let a woeful sigh, acknowledging his
sadness. "Listen..." she puts Varunastra down to the ground. “You’re not alone.
You have me here." Thomas' blank mind was hammered by light of
confidence. "Right now, all we can do is to work
together and do our best to defeat the bad guy."
Then, she heard an appalling cheer from beyond
the barrier. It seems each of soldier have troubled themselves off the bed,
just to give encouragement to her. Along with Lemington and the devotee,
everyone cheered for them.
"See?" Reita smiles, giving Thomas'
back a comforting knead. "Not everyone is gone. We have to protect them too." "Yes... You're right." Shines on his orb
returns as Thomas stood up. "We can do this. Right, Reita?" "Yup. Now, have faith in yourself... and in us."
From within, suddenly there's new strength
welling up from their insides. A warm, enforcing valor which casts radiant glow
around their bodies. "What is... this?" Thomas checks his
palm as why are they shone bright. Beside him, Reita feels surge of waves crashing
like a raging ocean. She says then, with placid tone, "We're
connected. It's the Kanjou Link."
"No way... You don't mean?!" Thomas'
face brighten. "Are you ready, Thomas?" "Of course!"
With the newfound strength, our duo now able to
evoke a new spell. Thomas jumps courageously, straight to Damhorn while Reita
back him up. From her evocation, Reita omits several big bubbles which she
casts to accompany Thomas in his attack. The squire jumps an acrobatic
movement, holding his sword down to its pointy end. As the bubble reaches, it
envelopes his sword, embellishing it into a liquefied slash.
Both shouts, with ardent voices. "Bubble Drop!!!" "Another water-elemental?" Damhorn
yawns lazily. "You sure slow in the brain, Miss
Punk!!" he gravels forward, arching his Bolt Trident. "Bolt
Chaaarge!" "Crap! The sword... It contains my water
magic!" Reita curses herself for letting Thomas be the receiving end.
What she doesn't realize is that there are some
crystal-clear, near transparent projectiles maimed right to Damhorn's chest.
The man himself didn't realize it, until he took the bitter pill and staggered.
"Argh! Wha, What is this?!" his loss of
steps led to spell cancellation, giving forth Thomas all the opening he need. "Heyaaaaargh!!" the young man shouts,
embedding major slash with his aquatic sword. "Bhruaaargh!!" Damhorn cries out as his
wound elevated, worsen by the saline brought from Varunastra's drop. "Blast it!
Just now... Who is that just now?!" he coughed, blood spills from his rowdy mouth.
Another figure steps in, right before Reita's eyes.
"Leave him to me." the figure said, while Reita processed the memory of seeing this
one sometimes before. "I have seen you before... In Rampa.” "Ah! You're the one--!" Thomas, who has
just come back from his successful strike said. The
fallen Damhorn answers the mystery with teeth clacking in riling nark. "XISEEEEL..! How dare you!!" ------------------------------------------------------ End of
Chapter 58! © 2017 Latifa RahimAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLatifa RahimBogor, Bogor, IndonesiaAboutNewcomer in writing world! Loves sci-fi and adventure as genre. Does drawing, too. more..Writing
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