“Two more Immortals? Are you kidding me?”
“There’s no point in fighting if you aren’t going to do everything you can to win. Oh, and on that point, you’re wrong”. The Drake plunged his clawed hand into his own chest and pulled out his own still beating heart. Blood gushed from the hole in his chest and from his mouth while the mana in the air churned restlessly. The colossal dragon avatar screamed, before slowly becoming more and more corporeal. It reached out with a giant claw before slamming the skeleton’s skull into the disturbed earth below them both. It belched out a flame and charred the skeleton’s bones as it struggled under the dragon’s claw. Desperately it tried to stand, but as the flames licked around the avatar its bones began to blacken and crack. Its arms broke apart and the entire creature fell to pieces, unable to push itself up or even move. The chittering intangible skeleton was rendered worthless, a skull in a field of skulls, the only distinction its size.
As the skeleton fell, blood began to seep out of the corners of Peter’s mouth and nose. It caught on his tongue and dripped down his chin as he began chanting a new spell, the grating sounds coming from his mouth making the survivors of the battle between giants flinch and the blood that dripped from his face catching on his fingers as the pictographs danced round his palms. The black wind they generated picked up speed and slowly moved down his body. He was weaker now, and there was no chance of him taking on the avatar that was given life, let alone the two Immortals quickly approaching. All he could do was plan for the worst.
As he finished his chant and spread his fingers apart he heard a scream from the sky. Two figures slammed into the ground, one was a large dark haired man with something wrapped in cloth slung over his shoulder while the other was a heavily built blonde woman with burn scars across her face. The woman looked between the body of the dead Drake clansman and the giant dragon that dominated the skyline before turning to Peter. Raising her hand to point at hims she growled “You did this. How dare you. How very dare you”. Flames flickered round her fingers as she pointed at Peter. Her flesh immolated and her skin began melting as the flames burned at an even higher intensity. “I want you dead. You will pay for ending Jent’s life”.
As the woman spoke, the large man placed the object that was sheathed in cloth on the ground. Slowly, he unwrapped the cloth and in the process thousands of ropes of mana came off his body. They coiled around the object wrapped in the cloth, connecting in various seemingly random points, but as the layers of cloth came off they slowly began to reveal a body. As the mana around the clothed body continued to move, Peter raised his hands in preparation for what his enemies had prepared for him, all the while glancing at the dragon that was steadily moving its way towards the shield that defended Misty Peaks from their aggressors.
There was a stark change in the mana that filled the air and before Peter’s eyes the figure covered in cloth sat up. Jerkily it pulled off the cloth and revealed a slack-jawed, vacant eyed man. He was gaunt, but Peter still recognised him. The Solutions Immortal, now a corpse puppet, created a sword out of the residual mana in the air and pointed it at Peter before the large man did the same. Their forms were exact copies of each other, as the large man shifted into a more comfortable form Wilbur’s corpse followed suit.
“So you found his body in time, or was he already dead when you got there?”
“He was long dead,” The large man responded, “But scored into the ground beside him was two words; Bane and Booze. That took me a little while to work out but it put me on guard enough to work out what the hell you did to him before I touched him. Those revenants guarding the corpse were a nice touch though, they were tough to deal with”.
“Why are you talking to that monster?” the woman beside him growled.
“Because unlike you, I’m not a cave troll. I can appreciate a person’s skill even if they are my enemy”. He sighed and looked at Peter, the mana within his blade churning and compressing itself. “Sorry, but I guess it’s time for you to die”.
The moment the tall man spoke those words Peter smiled and slammed his palms into his chest. His body seemed to momentarily split into three before the pictographs that were floating round his legs lit up and propelled him back towards the twin mountains that he was defending. He watched as the three figures disappeared in front of him but began to frown when he realised that they were not following after him. Urgently he turned his head, and spotted the claw of the giant dragon that now stood in his way. As he had escaped, the dragon had turned and seen him travelling towards it. Not willing to take the chance of Peter escaping, the dragon’s claw ignited with the same flames it had breathed out previously and put itself in the fleeing Immortal’s way.
Seeing the dragon claw that was now in his path, Peter slammed his right hand into his chest once more, causing him to cough up a mouth full of blood and to shoot to the left. His fingers crossed and the pictographs danced as his body curved around the dragon and through the shield that defended the mountain. His body crashed into the side of the mountain and the pictographs that had aided him shattered into pieces. Closing his eyes, he sighed. There was little he could do now, the rest was up to Laurence.
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