《Magikind》Chapter 32: Maiden Battle Part 3
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Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?
The words rang in Jake’s ears as he ducked under the armour-crushing swing of the enemy juggernaut. He then leapt from his position, attacking the opening left behind with his flaming fists. However, the fire dwindled as soon as it hit the fur until it ceased to exist.
‘Pincer formation!’ Jake ordered, allowing the two mages behind him to take his place, distracting the unharmed target.
Jake retreated, dodging another blow in the process. He flicked his fingers to light his hands ablaze once more. The more he thought, the fewer options he found. Though squadron W had the numbers advantage for once, they couldn’t peg back their latest challenge.
Again, why was it so difficult now?
The juggernaut turned around to face the pincer attack. A water elemental shot a stream of water at the furry chest before another fire elemental flung a small projectile at the eyes, but the beast deflected both attacks. However, his attentions were well and truly focused on the pair.
Jake went in again, using the formation to distract the enemy, aiming his punch at the pressure points by the spleen, then the pelvis, then the groin and then the backside of the knee in swift succession. The juggernaut didn’t react to the first three locations but the fourth led to his collapse. The water elemental took the chance, sending a burst of water right through the eye, rendering the foe harmless as blood and broken bone oozed out of the socket.
We killed one of th-
Not a moment later, another juggernaut, taller, bulkier and furless compared to the first, barged into the space in front of Jake, knocking him aside. It grabbed the water elemental and hurled the woman into the dust before stomping on her, creating a heart-lurching crunching sound that merged with the ongoing shouts and screams. The juggernaut then lunged forwards, biting the woman’s neck with its tusked teeth, dealing the death blow before turning to the fire elemental.
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‘Get out of the way!’ Jake commanded.
But the man just stood there, unmoving and shivering, as the juggernaut made its way to him. Jake burst from his spot. He shoved the man out of harm’s way but a strong right hook collided into the side of his chest plate, shattering the stone in an instant and knocking him into the floor.
Now the enemy’s sights were on Jake. Blood dripped from the tusks that protruded out of the, (now that Jake thought about it), woman’s mouth. The only damage to the foe were mere scratch marks on the vest she wore and Jake didn’t expect to add to that. Not when his winded and wounded body prevented him from moving up on time.
I’m sorry Brim… he regretted. He closed one eye, half-waiting for the final strike on him.
All of a sudden, a gigantic fireball smothered the enemy. Jake shielded his eyes from the splash damage. When he found it safe to look up again, he saw the enemy writhing in agony as the fire burnt through every portion of her body until she collapsed into a flaming corpse.
‘I’m so sorry,’ the fire elemental Jake pushed said, grabbing hold of him, getting him back to his feet.
He took the opportunity to look around and realised that the only reason he lived was because each and every mage, from both AAA and squadron W, were occupied with each other. Neither side let up. For every Eurasian team the enemy juggernauts crushed, a team of Eurasians felled a juggernaut. However, with the chaos of people killing, dying and being flung across the desert, he found the relative peace— as he was dragged towards safety — relieving.
‘I shouldn’t have frozen like that,’ the fire elemental continued to apologise.
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‘It’s ok,’ Jake accepted. He clutched his sides to find blood oozing out of the wounds.
Another body crashed in front of the pair, this time Eurasian, the person’s armour already broken and pale skin exposed. Despite the condition, he got up, charging back into action. But the man carrying Jake froze once more.
Guess war isn’t for everyone, he thought, recalling his first battle and how just as scared he was until Brim came and told him to shut up and concentrate.
‘Snap out of it! We don’t have the luxury to gawk! Get me back to the utility group then return to action as soon as possible. I’ll ask a messenger to send more reinforcements from the artillery group if possible.’
‘Huh? Oh, sir, but that’s impossible…’
‘What?’ Jake asked, but when the man didn’t respond, he barked, ‘Why is it impossible?’
‘The tinoos. They’re…’ the man froze again.
Jake looked up. His eyes widened. The tinoos changed their formation again. This time to a crescent. The words rang in his mind once more. Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?
He blinked twice, but the shape didn’t change. It only meant one thing:
The utility group was under attack.
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Raylia
Planet was minding its own business in a backwater galaxy in a small little solar system. Just as Earth was being dscovered, it goes and blows itself up. The System tries to incorporate as many of the survivors as it can. Worlds that are magic driven to worlds that are technological marvels with all the worlds inbetween. A thousand of the survivors are sent to Raylia. A planet that is on the outskirts of the system, as The System was trying to send as many survivors to as many planets as possible. Thoren flies headlong into action...literally. What equates to skipping the tutorial, Thoren finds himself stuck in a level 50 instanced dungeon. no food no water no weapon only the company of an imp. "I'm Screwed" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story uses the system derived by Puddles4263 in Randidly Ghosthound. I've incorporates the Path's system into the leveling of this story. Some of the beginning paths will be similar or the same as I thought that the starting paths were very logical on how a system should start. The stories will be completely different as the characters and story arcs will be completely different. Again, thank you Puddles for allowing me to use your system, really appreciate it! I also wanted to thank ProFound Magician. Has a lot of insight into a story development and as his system is based on Ghosthound, I saw a some beginning stage skills that should be thought of in a character just starting out. If you haven't yet read Ghosthound or Genesis System you're in for a real treat when you do! Thank you both I hope my use is seen as an homage in the beginning. Hopefully my story can live up to the system.
8 82The Forgotten Lands
The lands close to the edge of the world, which is marked by an ever-present fog, are known as the barrens. A blighted land in which crops struggle to grow , with only the very poor and desperate to occupy the scarce villages. Naturally making it a haven for outlaws.It is in one of these barrens that a raider called Raegan was born and raised, feared and respected by the cut-throats he grew up around.The world has been told that magic is responsible for cursed regions known as the Forgotten Lands. For this reason anyone with the gift of magic are labelled abominations, a crime punishable by death and enforced by the Malleus Maleficarum, the worlds leading religion. Raegan is one such abomination, untrained in whatever magic he may have.Even in the lawless barrens those with magic aren't looked upon favourably, and so Raegan has kept his 'gift' hidden from all but his closest friend. But now he wants to leave behind the dangerous wasteland that is his home and everything he has ever known, in the effort to seek new experiences.No matter where this new path will take him, good or bad.
8 86Fables: The Forgotten Legends
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8 111The Lie for Dystopia
After the earth-shaking events of the third world war, Ethan Rider's mundane day at work is driven off course. He is dropped into a deadly secret war between The Alliance and its defectors. As Ethan's world is turned up-side-down, The Alliance race against a doomsday clock. Follow Ethan Rider in a fast paced military sci-fi, action-adventure novel set in the distant future.
8 179I'M ALIVE!
I committed suicide after my wife was murdered and raped by some lunatics. I was in hell when I got a book that is able to summon some fucking powerful demons. It was a gift from Satan himself. Nice guy, foul breath. Satan, Santa what difference does it make now? It is a good gift! They will pay... all of them will perish by my own hands because I'm alive again! Pretty messed up shit, right? I would like to see this rotten city burn and I will, but that’s enough talk for now. My mood is really bad. I got an army from hell at my disposal and I have some bastards to torture, and then murder... What the fuck is he doing!? "Hey, Alastor! Wait for me, you son of a bitch!" New cover by Yuri Padial- commissioned before I decided to draw again. Paid for it, so Iwill fucking use it! Hiatus - New chapters will take longer than I expected. If you still with me thanks for the support, and if you are gone... I don't give a fucking crap! Have a nice day!
8 253Monastis Monestrum
Nearly two hundred and fifty years have passed since the world ended, and humanity, though changed forever by the otherworldly forces that once destroyed the land, lives on. Soldiers of the God-Emperor Aivor have come to the village of Etyslund, seeking out what they believe to be a dangerous cult that could bring a second apocalypse to the world. In this village lives a family, members of the very organization these soldiers came to fight against. The old city, where help might be found, is weeks away, and the Empire's outposts too scattered to gather reinforcements. "I fear that the peace of a new world cannot last forever, for we are not so different from the old humanity as we would like to believe." So warned the scholars of the past. In a new world, where old gods walk again, humanity has changed, but some part of the old world lives on.
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