《Dominus Hunt》Chapter Four
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Fenrisolace broke into a sprint towards the left of Crann, his arms pointed behind his back as he rocketed across the battlefield. The beastman's furry feet singed the grass he slammed onto, as he dashed onwards, facing down the immense dragon of vine and thorn.
“That seems smart…” Michaelis grumbled sarcastically, looking back to the injured members of the squad. “It really is just me and him huh.” He sighed, as Ilgar’s face began to show upset.
“I can…” The orc huffed, catching his breath, “I can fight more!”
Michaelis smirked like a devil as he clapped his hands, “Good enough for me!”
The distance between the group and the dragon was immense, with Fenrisolace being the only one that has decidedly approached her range. Michaelis began limbering up, as Ilgar attempted to catch his breath before they chased after the beastman.
“Wait!” Kaze interjected, Michaelis and Ilgar stopping in their tracks, “Her injuries across her torso are severe.” He began, breath faded, “If you can open them back up she’ll be done for, they’re thinly veiled.” Kaze added, his eyes heavy, as the young man fell to his rear with a thud and sitting on the ground.
Karrow tutted, “He lost a lot of blood. You two go help the warmonger,” He remarked as he tilted his head towards the beastman further approaching the monster, alone, “I’ll stay here.” He finished, kneeling before tearing further into Kaze’s kimono sleeves. The sand wielder began removing Kaze’s temporary bandages around his arm and hand before wrapping some new, clean one's around his gaping gashes. Kaze simply looked tired, losing lots of blood as Karrow winced, his own injuries hindering his actions as he tightened collections of cloth to Kaze’s cuts.
As the rest of the God Hunters planned their attack and tended to injuries, Fenrisolace had already begun his onrush. Crann slammed her right claw down from above, as Fenris leapt out of the way, high into the air. He landed with a thud before continuing his dash, as Fenris began changing his trajectory from south to directly towards the dragons left side. The Goddess lifted her right claw from where it missed, swinging towards the sunwolf. The dragon’s nails cut into the grass as the hand swept towards the fluffy Godhunter, beginning to catch up to him despite his monstrous agility.
The beastman skidded to a halt, as his right arm snapped in front of himself, a flame snaking from his shoulder to his hand. “Combustion Fist!” He shouted as he stomped his right foot towards the claw, slamming into it with a flaming punch. The hand of the dragon was knocked back by this comparatively small fist, causing the entire monster to stumble. “You’re not very good at this.” The beastman commented, with a cheeky grin on his face, alternating hopping on each foot, before breaking back into a sprint.
“He’s strong,” Ilgar commented, as he panted behind Michaelis, both of them dashing to Crann’s right side, as her attention was focused on Fenris.
“He’s also reckless, and overconfident. But he’s keeping her busy, and we can take advantage of that.” Michaelis commented, staring up at the dragon from its right side, as its right claw continued to slam towards the sunwolf to no avail.
“How do we get high up there?” Ilgar asked, with concern.
“Easily,” Mick muttered with a cocky grin, as he grabbed two lengths of his chain, and began to spin the end with the blade like a lasso. He launched the knife into the sky with a whip of the chain, the dagger cutting through the air. As the blade stopped ascending, with a tight grip on the end of the chain with his right hand, and a grip on Ilgar’s right arm with his left, they vanished. Several purple dust particles would float down from where Ilgar and Michaelis just stood, and similarly where they now appeared. Where the blade rested in the sky, Michaelis now gripped its handle, as well as Ilgar’s arm, tight, as the orc began to panic at the sudden transportation. “One more should do…” Michaelis muttered, throwing his dagger towards the top of the dragon's arm as they slowly began to fall, tightly gripping the end of the chain before it left his reach. Again, particles of purple where they once were and were now, as the dark-haired teleporter tightly gripped the dagger stabbed into the side of the dragon's shoulder. The crimson eyed warrior stood atop Crann’s shoulder, as Ilgar clambered upwards, to be alongside his fellow mercenary. The pair of the orc and the rogue arrived parallel to the Dragons head, which would be roaring at Fenrisolace. The beastman dashed up the creature's forearm, as the other pair of GodHunters watched from the dragon's right shoulder, Fenris dashed, ascending closer and closer to the monster's head.
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Arms swinging individually from his front to his back as he ran, a slam came down on the Goddess’s left arm with her right claw, only for Fenrisolace to leap forward to avoid being squashed. A collective of vines erupted from the dragon’s triceps, snaking and thrusting towards the beastman who ran with only joy in his smile. His iron gauntlets began to glow a faint red, as he leapt into the air and punched directly through a collection of brambles, continuing his sprint towards the upper half of Crann’s torso.
“Alright, Ilgar, here’s the plan.” Michaelis began, keeping a close eye on the dragon’s head, which continued to let out quaking roars towards the sunwolf. “We’ll use my dagger and chain one last time to get close to the dragon’s face, and when we’re there you need to hit her, with everything you’ve got.” He finished, in a commanding tone. Michaelis panted softly, sweat beginning to drip down from his forehead as he awaited a response from the orc, who was still worse for wear.
“I’m ready,” Ilgar stated with conviction, his left hand brimming with power, as yellow lightning swarmed around his palm.
“We’ll just need an opening…” Michaelis muttered, biting the knuckle of his right thumb as he held his chain, looking up at the dragon's head. “I suppose regardless the explosion will at least open up a chance for us to get into her jaw.” A sigh escaped Michaelis’s breath as he grabbed Ilgar’s right arm, whipping his dagger backwards. His charcoal and blood eyes dead set on the beast, he snapped the chain forward, launching the dagger straight towards the dragon's face, before the pair of them teleported towards her right cheek.
“Go for it!” Michaelis bellowed, throwing his dagger into the air and vanishing, leaving Ilgar floating next to Crann’s monstrous maw alone.
Ilgar inhaled deeply, power coursing through his hand. He aimed it towards the monster's head right in front of him, as he slammed his right palm on his wrist, focusing the energy. “Dandelion!” The orc exclaimed, only for the dragons head to swiftly twist in Ilgar’s direction.
“Combustion Fist!” Fenrisolace bellowed, midair, just after punching the dragon in the side of the face, moving it right in the range of Ilgar’s attack. The beastman grabbed onto the folds of the many vines making up the neck of the beast, looking up to the orc who’s hand brimmed and boomed with energy, now aimed directly in front of the rose eyed drake.
A massive yellow explosion erupted from his palm, instantly blinding all of the Godhunters as Ilgar was rocketed backwards through the air, towards where Karrow and Kaze rested. The smoke cleared, as the dragon's head had been completely eviscerated, Michaelis dropping down from the air above, entering what was left of the vine and bramble skull.
Inside of the now gaping hole where Crann’s monstrous head once was, the Goddess’ main body stood with vines wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She looked up with worry as sweat dripped from her forehead, and her breath escaped her, coughing from the explosions remnant smoke, attempting to pull free of her restrictions. The wrappings began to tear, but before she could release herself a warm feeling came across her chest, her leaf torso bandaging completely torn in half. Michaelis’s chain jangled, as his dagger slashed through Crann’s chest from her left shoulder across her torso, blood beginning to pour from her massive X-shaped gashes.
Michaelis dove backwards, falling from the dragon’s head-crater, smoke emanating from the crisp edges of the decimated vines. The shadow-warrior thrust his blade towards the west, the dagger swimming through the air as the chain followed behind, clinking together. With a tight grip on the end of his cable, he vanished with the only remains being small mites of purple energy, floating down from where he glided in the air. The blade now in his hand, he fell to the ground with a thud, just onto Ilgar, who winced at the full impact of Michaelis falling onto his tired body. Both of the god hunters out of breath, Michaelis rolled over onto the ground and looked towards the barely standing beast of briars, his scarlet eyes faint as he rested on the ground.
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The Goddess’ breath became ragged, as vines began to slowly reform the dragon's head and her grass tunic began to reinvigorate itself. At the same time, Fenrisolace stood tall on the back of the dragon's neck, at the very peak of the beast's remaining body. He snapped his left arm into the air, as it ignited in flames just as his right burned, before clasping both fists together.
“Combustion Hammer!” Fenrisolace roared, raising his flame-engulfed hands above his head, before slamming them down onto the beast beneath his feet as hard as he could. The rest of his body rocketed into the air as his clasped strike struck the cluster of vines he stood upon, complete glee painted on his face. Crann’s blood poured from her wounds like a fountain, the powerful impact knocking her out of her husk, her constraints snapping as her body was released, before falling to the ground with immense force. After many meters, the Goddess landed with a crash on the ground below, blood spouting from her body as she came to impact the green grass below. The wounds on her back opened once more, patterns of crimson red painting around where she lay, as she struggled to push herself back to standing.
“We’ve got her now,” Karrow muttered, a look of relief on his face as his wounds were plugged up with hardened sand, stained with leaking blood.
“We’ll leave it to the wolf boy,” Michaelis concluded between breaths, laying on the green and red grass beneath. Kaze continued to pant, his eyelids dark and his face drained of colour. The snow haired husk sat on his hands and knees as he stared down at the green and red haze that was the cut-down Goddess, only to notice an additional mossy blur dashing towards her.
His voice attempted to leave his lips, only for more air to escape, and after multiple attempts to speak his voice finally reached the ears of Karrow and Michaelis. “Orc.” He sputtered, the other two Godhunters snapping their necks towards Crann. Ilgar dashed towards the dryad, gripping tight his war-axe within his right hand, held high in the air as he continued to perspire heavily.
“Idiot!” Michaelis yelled, running after Ilgar, breath as staggered as the orcs own. All the while, Fenrisolace stood tall at the tip of the headless dragon, keeping his breathing controlled as steam flowed from his body into the air.
“Widows fang!” Ilgar bellowed, swinging his axe down on the Goddess from above, smouldering flames barely flowing along the blade. In the same moment, the Goddess’s bare left arm slammed into Ilgar’s right shoulder, no blade or weapon, just her green, blood-stained forearm. In a second which felt like minutes, she ran her limb through Ilgar’s shoulder, his arm dropping to the ground alongside his axe. Blood rocketed from what remained of the orc’s top right limb, the Goddess walking past his body, painted not only with her blood, but the orcs.
“I have to do everything myself,” Fenrisolace muttered, taking a step off of the dragon he had just slain, falling to the ground with an intense impact, dust settling around his feet as he landed behind Crann effortlessly. A sneer drew across his face and steam flowed from his shoulders the same moment Ilgar had fallen to the ground. The orc began wailing, gripping his wound as heavy crimson gushed from the remnants of his right appendage. The Goddess turned around, as another vine lance began to wrap around her right arm from her shoulder, all while Ilgar’s screams echoed. The orc attempted to hold himself up with his left arm, as his blank eyes stared at where his right arm should have been, until finally the screaming stopped, and he went silent, falling unconscious.
“Anyways,” Fenrisolace mumbled, snapping his right arm into the air, coating it just as Crann did her own, only his with grand orange blazes. “One more should do it…” He muttered to himself, as he took a deep breath, unlike Crann, whose breath was rough, fear painting her scarlet eyes.
The beastman stomped forward into Crann’s bubble, the Goddess froze in fear as her rose-red eyes widened. She raised her lance to the air, but it was too late as the beastman had plunged his fist through the Goddess’s already present gaping chest laceration. His hand appeared through the other side of the dryad’s body, the Goddess’s warm beating heart within his hand, blood completely coating his iron fist and hairy arm, as the Goddess coughed crimson ichor onto the Sun Wolfs shoulder.
The monstrous lycanthrope retracted his arm, turning and approaching the unconscious orc’s waraxe which lay idle on the ground, grass under the blade scorched and blackened. Crann fell to her knees as she barely gasped for air, Fenrisolace dropping her heart and lifting the grand waraxe. The flame which engulfed his arm snaked along the handle of the blade, until the tip of the axe burst with immense embers, grander than anything Ilgar had previously mustered.
“You fought well.” Fenrisolace remarked, turning to face the Goddess again as he slowly approached, “But you will never surpass a child of Doiteain!” He exclaimed to Crann, as her wide eyes looked up to the sunwolf, pitiful. Tears dripped down the Goddess’s cheek as the beastman’s arm moved like a bullet, the Goddess’s head flying through the air before landing on the grass beneath with a thud, painting another mass of the beautiful clearing with cherry red gore.
Titania approached the group from the south of the open-space, a young man's body dragged by his leg behind her, as the guild master approached the rest of the group, herself completely unscathed. “For fuck’s sake.” Titania spat as she noticed Ilgar slumped on the ground, dropping the corpse from her grip, as irritation painted her profile.
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