The beast just squashed another soldier, shortly afterwards, another marksman fired off a bolt into his chin. To the beast, it just felt like a needle pricking his skin. He raised his right arm up to make another sweeping swing to knock that marksman away; a lightning bolt just hit him from somewhere, on his exposed spear stabbed wound on his left upper bicep.

He turns to look where the new contender is at. He saw a woman in a green cloak with her black hair exposed and drenched. Her face looks to be deranged of sorts, carrying a wooden rod with a green gem in the center of it, raised and pointed at him, releasing a volley of icicles. He blocked off the icicles with his right arm, noticing that they’re slowly drilling their way into his arms. He hasn’t felt pain this annoying in years, so he decided to turn all of his focus onto her, this dangerous and annoying mage.

He raised his head up and took in a deep breathe. Gibbons knew from her previous experience with dragons, that this is some kind of breath weapon. So she waved her arms around and a thick fog started to pour out from her green gem. She immediately ran behind a building on her right and continued to run. The beast released his breath down the road where Gibbons was at. His beam of white light with specks of yellow orbs began pelting the road itself.

The road is now exposed of a trench with holes, the trench being three feet below the ground’s surface, as the holes are an additional one foot each below the trench. Gibbons kept herself up against a wall; she fetched a bottle with blue liquid and black powder from her upper right cargo pocket. She drank the contents as she turns to her left, and spotted a guardsman approaching her, hesitantly.

“Master Magician Gibbons, it’s an honor that you’re here. I have come to report to you that the goblins have been for the most part subjugated, as for this new creature…” He gulps as he noticed the beast started to move towards their direction.

“Then you and the others that are still alive, should make yourselves useful and throw all of your metal weapons at the back of that damned abomination’s head so I can focus my spells there to down this creature!” She said clearly and calmly with an unblinking stare at the guardsman.

The guardsman shivered in fear as the beast’s footsteps drew closer, and yet, couldn’t help but feel relieved and disturbed to see that Gibbons’ remained unnerved from the beast.

“I’ll drive this thing’s attention, so you better move with a purpose to find the others and fill them in on this plan of mine, so we can all go to our loved ones that are still alive, and live happily ever after! Do I make myself clear?!” She demanded from the guardsman, as he instinctively went into the position of attention.

“Yes Master Magician!” The guardsman replied with a firm response.

“Then be off with you now!” Gibbons demanded. With that as his signal, the guardsman ran off, past the building to find his fellow guardsmen.

Gibbons summoned up some mana to create a vague image of her. She sent it running into the trench, and then made the image disappear right before she felt a slam on the ground. She continued to walk around the building, assuming that she used that image to distract the beast. The beast’s eyes did discern that image to be an illusion created by this mage, but his reflexes of catching movement from the corner of his eye, instinctively made him react to it with force. The display irritated him, so he pushed the roof of the building into the other side of it, thinking he may have squished her. Fortunately for Gibbons, she’s already long gone to the other side of the next building over.

The beast caught the movement of the guardsman that ran around, so he grabbed some debris near him, and raised his hands over him to throw it in the direction of the movement he caught. Gibbons created some fog from her rod to hide her silhouette, appeared from the other side of the next building, and focused her mana while positioning her left hand in front of her. She formed the rain water that drenched the beast’s face into ice just to block off his line of sight and to grab his attention. The debris that the beast held above his head, he lost grip and it started to fall on top of him.

Gibbons stopped making the fog, and moved to the next building over. She created another illusion of herself, looking like she’s raising a large icicle spear above her head, with her right arm holding the rod up. The beast brushed off the debris, and ripped off the ice from his face, stripping him some fur of his. Irritated of this mouse hunt, he looked around and spotted the fog covered illusion.

This time, he didn’t fall for her trick; he just looked around his surroundings, trying to guess where she could be hiding. Gibbons realized that some time has passed by, and started to ponder, why her distraction isn’t working. The beast raised his head up in the sky, breathing in slowly again, just to release a longer breathe attack at the surrounding buildings.

Gibbons heard his breathing, and knew what he was going to do. So she threw her empty bottle to the building next to the one she’s hiding behind. The sudden cracking sound drew the attention of the beast. So he immediately released his breathe in that direction, flattening the building down.

Gibbons undressed her cloak, and covered up a barrel with it, and positioned the barrel behind another barrel. Then she started to move silently around the building towards her dissipating illusion, after she heard the beast trample to the flattened building. She ran through the trenched road, avoiding obvious rain puddles in the holes. She hopped out of the trench and darted around another building.

The beast made his way to the trampled building, and looked around. He took some time, and then spotted her green cloak. He can tell this time, it’s not an illusion, so he raised his head up and took a long breathe. Gibbons peeked around the corner of the building, and saw the beast readying another breathe attack. She looked to her far off distant left side and saw at least seven confirmed guardsmen, running towards the beast with fully armed metal weapons. She smiled and moved to the side of the house, exposing herself in the open and focused her mana above her to form a large icicle above her head.

The beast fired his breathe into the direction of the cloak. He leveled the area down sometime after releasing his breathe. He looked at the destruction that he caused, and raised his head in assurance as he saw blood spilled into the opened front of the building. As he breathed in the air with ease, he realized that he smelled wine, from the direction of the new trench. Shortly afterwards, he heard a whistle from his right, as he turned to look, his face was decked by a giant icicle. He toppled down as the icicle shattered into many shards. The guardsmen witnessed the spectacle and cheered as they rushed with their weapons to the exposed beast’s head.

Gibbons knelt down, coughing up blood into the palm of her left hand. She wiped the blood on her drenched black tank top.

‘The next great spell I will cast to finish this creature off, will take a toll on my life. I need to end this quickly, I need to find and be sure that Rufus is safe.’ She thought, as she stood up and focused her thoughts back into this fight.

She walked slowly towards the beast as the potion’s last effects start to refill her depleted mana. She heard the beast yell in pain and frustration as the guardsmen drove their weapons into his head.

The beast rolled to his side, and swinging his right arm to knock the guardsmen away from, knocking out half of them unconscious, as the others staggered their way to get up. He ignored the soldiers for now, and drew his focus to search for the annoying witch lady that has caused him the most pain and suffering in this battle. While Gibbons walked towards the beast, she focused all of her mana and her life to use the metal weapons as her base, to call down a natural storm made lightning bolt from the skies to fry the beast up.

The beast spotted Gibbons, clearly walking towards him with her arms closed and waving her arms around. He couldn’t help but be impressed that a single magician human being has held well against him without fear for ages, before the Leviticus family sealed him. Still, this human witch needs to die.

He raised his head and drew in his breathe, this time he poured in so much mana in his breathe so he can for sure annihilate this woman. At that moment, Gibbons released all of her mana and some of her life, to call down the lightning bolts upon the beast’s head. Not one, or two but three lightning bolts fell from the sky, pummeling his face and head.

The breathe he held in, infused with a fourth lightning bolt caused his head to explode, raining down his surroundings with a bloody fashion. The conscious guardsmen cheered with joy at the sight of this creature’s gruesome death. At that moment, Gibbons fell to her knees, vomiting blood. She stopped shortly after, and then coughed a little bit.

She looked towards the carcass of the beast, her eyes blurring her vision out. She thought to herself, ‘No, I must find Rufus Reeves, and then I can sleep in peace…’ So with her will, she stood up and continued to walk slowly towards the north side of town. The same guardsman that spoke to her from before, found her again.

He ran towards her and stopped when he noticed that her tank top and cargo pants are covered in blood, and noticed that she still had some coming from her mouth.

“Ma… Master Magician Gibbons… Are you alright? Let us tend to you…” He was interrupted by Gibbons as she kept her gaze to the north side of town.

“Don’t worry about me; go tend to the other soldiers. I have to find Sergeant Reeves; he was supposed to show up over here, so I’m a little worried about him. No, I’m sure he’s alright, after all he is a Sergeant, and he is the only man that I know of who can handle himself well in a battle. The only man I admire… The only man I love.” She said as she smiled.

The guardsman was a little confused at her sentence before the last one and didn't hear her last one, but understood his orders and so he replied, “Yes Master Magician!” with a salute and ran off to the other guardsmen.

“Yes, I know that Rufus is still alive, I will find him, and I will confess my love for him, to him. Then I can rest peacefully, knowing that at least one loved one of mine is still alive. Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Brenda Reeves. I like the sound of that. It will happen after this… Yes soon. I should name our future daughter after Diana, in memory of her…” The thought of her happy future with Rufus drove her on.

Subconsciously, and without knowing, she drew another bottle from her upper left cargo pocket. This bottle has purple liquid in it, so she pulled the cork off and then drank it down as she continued her walk, keeping her gaze towards the north side of town. She threw the bottle to the side up against the beast’s foot with her left hand.