《Slaves have no names, (hiatus)》chapter 15
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“How in the hells are we going to kill this thing!” Tatt's roared attempting another swing with his axes. His effort was returned by a swipe from one of the monsters long limbs and he was smacked into a nearby tree getting back on his feet with some difficulty.
“Lets try cutting its fucking head of see if that works!” Grey roared at the group. “Oak, Tatt's, Six and Fog attack its leggs we need to get its head into range! Mist, Sling keep aiming at the things head keep it busy. Snowflake, Pebble get its limbs to focus on you make sure not to get hit! Luniera me and you are gonna cut its hell damnt head off!”
The group leapt into motion focusing on the task's each of them had been assigned. Oak and the rest of his vanguard group sprinted toward the leggs of the 5 meter tall monster and started bashing against it's leggs with all their might. Six swung at one legg with his axe and buried it halfway in one of the legs. Tatt's used this opportunity to follow up with a swing of his own. He barred one of his axes into the cut Six had already made but even with all that effort they where not able to cut of the entire legg. With a roar Tatt's smashed his other axe into the back of the other one and smashed it through the legg cutting the limb of in a spray of blood.
The Creature shrieked in pained anger as it started swinging around the weird arm/scythe like limbs on its torse. Pebble and Snowflake poked at the creature with their weapons provoking its ire and deftly dodging the attack's the creature was so focused on delivering. Oak used the chance that the 2 axe wielder had created to unbalance the creature even more. With a might rush he crashed into the side of the creature causing it to put weight on the legg that was no longer there. With a shudder of the ground the creature collapsed upon it.
Mist and Sling kept firing their projectiles at the presumed eyes of the creature causing it to shake its head back and forth. Luniera dashed forward with all the speed she could muster and jumped performing a horizontal mid-air spin to put extra force into the blow and chopped at the creature's neck. The blade only barely made it a sixth in and she stood there lodged on the creatures torso and grabbed one of its bloody red muscles and swung a second, and then a third time as hard as she could digging into the cleave on the creatures neck cutting it to halfway.
Grey was already dashing to follow-up on her brave performance. He knew that they might not get another clean chance like this he was faintly conscious of all the blood and the small body parts of his former friends around him. His heart pulsed drowning out thought. He could feel the sword pulsing with him the pulse sent a sharp tinge of pain from his wrist where the cuff of the sword was attached. The runes carved onto the blade could be seen slightly pulsing in its bloodcrimson light. The pulse drowned out anything else from his mind and directed it to only one thing. Destroying this creature that had harmed his friends.
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With a roar he jumped up. A lot higher than should be physically possible. 3 meters high in the air he spun copying the move Luniera had made. Soaring in the air like death incarnate he screamed in fury swinging with such speed that the very air seemed to crack under the weight of the sword. The sword reached the cut with precision and cut straight through it resulting in a shower of blood and chunks of the creatures body. Covered in blood and gore Grey slammed into the ground behind toppling the head of the monster.
For a moment all was quiet. It seemed that they had killed the creature. They had never been so wrong before. The creature pulsed and suddenly one of its veins burst open just beside the legg that had been cut of. From the vein spawned a new head of the creature. The hideous visage shot forward and chomped down on Six's lower half. It all had happened so fast that he didnt even have time to react. Within seconds the poor boy was left without anything below his waist.
The scream of pain from Six echoed through the heads and minds of his freinds. “FUUUUCK, it hurts AH FUCK IT HURTS SO MUCH.” The shrieks combined with the shock of wat had just happened caused them all to freeze. Then with a swift chop from one of the scythe like limbs Fog's head joined the gore that was strewn around the clearing. Mist shrieked in agony seeing her sister's head drop to the floor rolling a small distance before coming to a halt. The loss of another of their freinds caused the group to spring back into action backing away from the creature.
Sansieri who had been treating Triclops with her magic while the rest was fighting rushed towards Six hands already glowing with magic. A shaking Triclops joined the group that surrounded the creature but none of them was sure on wat to do. Now that they had backed of and given the monster some space it started to regenerate its wounds and even the hideous head could be seen regrowing on top of it.
“I cant do more” They heard Sansieri tell Six after she had managed to stop the bleeding. The bottom half seemed to be sheared shut. Grey told the others to attack its leggs again. He didn't really see another option. He himself rushed to Six to see if there was something he could do.
Before he got close the creature dashed with a sudden burst of speed towards Sansieri and Six. Simply ignoring Oak and Tatt's who swung towards its leggs as hard as they could to no visible effect. Sansieri stood up in front of Six glowing with power. The runes drawn on her hands spreading to the rest of her body illuminating her in a golden glow. She stood there bravely looking like the incarnation of a kind goddess. Glowing with a gentle light hair flowing in the wind she was mumbling an enchantment. The words flowed through the clearing like a river. Although they could not understand the meaning of the words themselves. They could definitely feel the essence of it. Destruction and pain was the message the words carried.
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Glowing ever brighter the creature raced towards the priestess. Pebbles in a flash of fur jumped towards the creature's head in an attempt to divert its attention from Sansieri. Clinging onto its head the creature simply ignored it and sliced one of the disgustingly formed limbs towards Sansieri. The Priestess however bravely stepped forward towards the creatures chest and pulled back her palm. With a sudden dash forward where somehow her feet hadn't moved she was suddenly right in front of the creature. Ending her chant in a yell she thrust the palm of her hand towards the creature.
Glowing palm met bare crimson muscle. The muscles seemed to flow away from her palm untill she hit a vein. The glowing light spread towards the creature flowing through out its body like a liquid. Then with a gushing wet sound the entire monster exploded into pieces. Showering the ones closest to it in the remains of the carcass. Pebble, Triclops and Sansieri where the ones hit by the brunt of the explosion and where now covered in the creatures bloody remnants.
Somehow they had managed to survive. Through a miracle they had manged to kill the giant beast.
A united sigh of relief passed through the group. Untill the screaming started. First Triclops started screaming clawing at his flesh. His very skin seemed to be boiling from the contact with the beast's insides.
“Get it OFF, GET IT OFFFF!” Triclops was clawing his own skin trying to get rid of whatever was causing this.
It didn't take long for Pebble and Sansieri to start their own screams aswell. “IT HURTS MY SKIN, MY SKIN!” Pebble was screaming. Grey and his group rushed towards them to try and aid them.
“STAY AWAAAY!” Sansieri shrieked at them as she started to glow again. She grabbed Pebble in one arm and dove ontop of Triclops. In an explosion of light the screams where abruptly silenced.
There where the 3 where before remained nothing but aged corpses. Sansieri had in the last burst of sanity rid them of the acid that would unbeknownst to the others had spread itself to them on contact.
They stood there shocked staring at the bodies of yet 3 more freinds they had now lost. They did not have time to dwell on it however. The remnants of the creature where starting to crawl back to each other fusing and absorbing the parts it grew into the hideous beast once more. Aside from the parts Sansieri had burnt with her light the creature stood there unscathed. Although slightly smaller the monster stood there and still seemed to be fresh and longing for their blood. The group backed of staring at the creature terrified. None of them had any idea of wat to do.
Six tugged on the leg of Grey's pants and stared into his eyes.
“Grey kill me! “ He pleaded his friend.
“I'm not going to bloody kill you we will fight aslong as we bloody can!” Grey growled back.
“Thats not wat i mean!” Six hissed. “Your sword its calling out to me. I can hear its whispers. If you use my life essence it can devour parts of this creature making sure it doesnt regenerate!”
“Well im not gonna bloody kill you for it!” Grey grunted angrily.
“Im already dead Grey. Look at my body. LOOK AT IT!” Six shrieked.
Grey stubbornly shook his head refusing to take the life of one of his few and precious friends.
Six glared into his eyes and once more told him to take his life. Grey closed his eyes and trembled refusing to even think of this as an option. The choice however was taken from him. Six had crawled his way below the sword and with a roar rammed his own head onto the tip of the blade killing himself instantly.
Staring down in shock at the blood of his friend that seemed to be flowing into his blade. A voice whispered in his ears.
“Be sure to use it well Grey, Take care of the rest for me!” The words could slowly lowered in volume until they died out. A tear leaked from Grey's eye and hit the ground. The splash of his tear seemed to be the que for the sword. Suddenly a raging bloodthirst and power raced through his body. The runes on his blade glowed with their fierce crimson light and the blood of his friend sped its way through the veins of his own body. His veins pulsing with the same crimson light that his sword was emitting drove all sense from his mind.
One thing remained. One purpose. One Goal. Destruction.
With a roar of fury Grey dashed towards the creature reaching it in one insanely fast step. He Swung his sword cutting on of the leggs clean of. Blood seemed to leak from the sword turning into some kind of demon like claw that grabbed onto the legg that had been severed. The claw drew the legg into the sword absorbing its blood as if feeding on the essence of this demonic creature. Another pulse of power and rage went through Greys mind as he lost all his remaining senses. He started unleashing his fury on the monster in a never before seen onslaught. Blood and gore soared through out the air only to be sucked into the blood thirsty blade wielded by the now berserk Grey.
After wat seemed like an eternity the rain of blood had finished. The only one standing there as the victor was a blood soaked Grey. The fight was finished. They had won.
But at wat cost? With a thud Grey's body hit the floor. The world went dark.
As promised the next chapter i couldnt let this cliffhanger last long. I wouldnt be that mean ;D
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