《Guardians of Terraria》Episode 15.2 - Ice Scream
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The army felt like it was endless. More enemies kept on appearing. Mourning Woods, Everscreams, Headless Horsemen, even some new enemies like one that was literally a tank with Santa Claus's face on its front. Meg's Razorblade Typhoon and Razorpine were both powerful weapons, but even they couldn't stand up to the sheer size of the army. She began to get surrounded. Some spindly branches of a Mourning Wood beat at her and threw her to the ground. An Everscream's baubles exploded in her face, and a Santank was about to roll right over her.
She cried out in rage and fired her Razorpine into the Mourning Wood, blasting the its life down to 0. Upon it being destroyed an item rushed into her inventory.
A Witch's Broom.
She wasted no time in hopping on and using it to fly out of there, avoiding the grabbing arms of Everscreams and the floating presents of death launched by Santanks.
She cast more Razorblade Typhoons into the army from above. A Santank exploded right near her, and she flew down and scooped up what it dropped. A Chain Gun.
Sid wasn't here, but she knew one person who would find use out of it.
"Tony!" she called.
She spotted his mop of dark hair look up at her. "Yeah?"
"Take this!" She hurled the Chain Gun, and it spun through the air and into his arms.
"Ohhh, yeah!" Tony then aimed it up at a fast-approaching Mourning Wood and gave a loud battle cry as he blasted it to bits.
"No fair! Why don't I get a new weapon?" the Demolitionist complained.
The rest of the citizens kept on fighting. She saw the Steampunker firing a Clockwork Assault Rifle. The Cyborg with a rocket launcher. The Witch Doctor and his Blowgun. The Pirate had set up a line of cannons and was running back and forth placing and shooting cannonballs from each of them. Even the Tax Collector was hitting enemies with his cane. And the Angler seemed to be holding his own as well, cutting through a Splinterling with his Cutlass and throwing Frost Daggerfish at Krampus.
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"Die, evil Santa! Die!" he cried.
James was still fighting in his Skeletron form, being a heavyweight who was often seen grappling one-on-one with Everscreams and picking up Headless Horsemen, lifting them up high, then throwing them at the wall.
Things seemed to have turned around.
But she could only hope that Sid and William were going as well as she.
***
The monarchs of Halloween and Christmas both charged forward. Pumpking slammed a scythe down in front of William, which he narrowly dodged. He flew backwards, swinging his Terra Blade at it as it chased him. He saw the Ice Queen shooting shards of ice in numerous shapes and forms at Sid, who was fighting back with his Terraprisma.
Pumpking was a brute fighter, attacking with large, broad swipes of his scythes. They hit hard, making William want to avoid them where possible. Sometimes they fired spinning yellow scythe-projectiles that reminded William of when his Terra Blade had been a True Night's Edge.
He glanced back and saw Pumpking seemed to be actively pushing him towards the wall. The Ice Queen to his right seemed to be doing the same thing to Sid, her bullet hell of ice shards and flying snowflakes preventing him from moving anywhere except backward.
Pumpking slammed down with a scythe, which William dashed to the right to avoid. However, his other scythe sweeped across and slashed a direct blow on William, knocking him backwards.
Off the wall.
He slung out his grappling hook, but it missed, leaving him with plunging all the way down. He used his wings to slow the fall, then when his grappling hook returned he slung it out again, this time grabbing hold on the wall.
"Whew," he breathed, then looked up.
Pumpking was in hot pursuit, flying down towards him, several yellow scythe projectiles flying towards him.
He let go of the wall and let himself fall. It was then a chase down the wall, William falling while the Pumpking pursued him. He dodged and weaved in mid-air as Pumpking's scythes slashed out at him, all the while swinging his Terra Blade back. He spread his wings to slow his fall so that Pumpking caught up with him, then brought his Terra Blade right through the side of his head. Pumpking screamed, his head rotating to show a mouth in the shape of an 'O', and began firing volleys of sparkling fire at William. He spread his wings again to end up some distance above Pumpking, then kept on swinging his Terra Blade downwards. He found they were falling at about the same rate that the energy swords were flying, meaning they began to stack up.
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That meant when Pumpking hit the ground and all the swords impacted against his face, he was blown to pieces.
William landed among his remains, a Jack o' Lantern Launcher rushing into his inventory. He felt winded for a brief moment, having fallen farther than he'd ever fallen at once, then remembered there was still a battle going on and got to his feet.
He saw the citizens still seemed to be going strong, the opposing army of the Pumpking and Ice Queen's forces in-between him and the citizens. He flew over them, and saw the Arms Dealer and Demolitionist competing to get the most kills as they always did. The Demolitionist seemed to be sulking about not having a cool weapon like the Arms Dealer, who had a gun that looked like it had come off of one of the Santa tanks.
William thought he had the remedy for that. "Durim! Here's a Jack o' Lantern Launcher!"
The Demolitionist caught the weapon and its ammo, then gleefully got back into the fight, firing Jack o' Lanterns that exploded against the oncoming forces.
He then saw Meg flying towards him on a broomstick.
"I saw you fall!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" William shouted. "Robyn sent the Pumpking and Ice Queen after Sid and I."
Remembering Sid, he glanced up at the wall. It seemed the Ice Queen had also succeeded in pushing Sid off the wall, and he was currently gliding down to them.
"I'm sharing the Christmas spirit with you!" he called.
The Ice Queen stretched out her arms and began firing ice shards in a constant rain from underneath, peppering the citizens with hail. Meg turned her Razorblade Typhoon on her, while Sid sent his Terraprisma and William swung his Terra Blade at it. The Ice Queen didn't last long against all three of their attacks, even when she started spinning around rapidly shooting ice shards in every direction.
She dropped a white launcher that Sid picked up.
"Snowman Cannon!" he exclaimed, "Nice!"
By this point it didn't take long for them to mop up the remaining Mourning Woods, Everscreams and Santanks. All that left were a few stray weaker members of the army, but they posed basically no threat. The Angler was seen chasing after a Gingerbread Man, wanting to eat it, and James picked up a Splinterling and crushed it to actual splinters in his hands.
"Sid!" Jeff the Guide called.
He spotted him and landed near him.
"The Spooky Wood that the Mourning Woods have been dropping can be crafted into a set of new summoner armour that you may be interested in," he said.
Sid smiled. He had found his Hallowed Armour useful due to its Holy Protection ability, but he had been itching for an upgrade ever since William and Meg had gotten theirs. He found that Spooky Armour allowed him to summon an extra minion and also dealt much more damage. He quickly crafted a workbench, crafted the set, and put it on, but kept his Hallowed Armour in his inventory in case he ever needed to switch back.
"We need to get back up there," William said, walking over to him. "Robyn's probably got another trick for us, though."
***
Robyn stared down at the foot of the wall, seeing the army of the Pumpkin and Frost Moon had both largely been defeated. The moon was also disappearing below the horizon, to be replaced by the sun on the other side.
She turned to the probe next to her and said, "Call for the rest."
The probe's glass dome flashed red, and it flew up into the atmosphere.
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