259 Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine – Let’s All Join the Party (1/2)
King Gold roared as he dove into the lines of drak, and the quivering creatures were further intimidated by the answering roars behind him.
The berserkers came to the aid of their king, and slammed into the drak lines in a murderous frenzy. Nothing was going to stop them on the charge, and blood of the Lion fought against the blood of dragons with murderous enthusiasm.
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King Grey was anywhere and everywhere he was needed, protecting and fighting for his pack, just another set of jaws and eyes, ripping drak off their feet to set them up for a hacking Axe or plunging Spear, or tearing out a throat to finish a pinned drak. He moved like a ghost, shifting to where he was needed with incredible speed, and eating and drinking his fill of drak as he had never imagined he might.
Rather liked the taste, too...
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Elder Arg threw a crok through the air, over ten tons of lizard used like a club, smashing into and sweeping away two wyverns who thought themselves dangerous. Before they could recover, the great Ape was upon them, fists smashing, and they didn't manage to stab him with their poisoned tails even once. His mailed paws came down on the crok's belly after crushing the skulls of the two wyverns, massive hands reached down, bent, and twisted, and were rewarded with a loud crack.
There were always more targets. He bounded towards the next one, opening a path for the chakon and champa-ka to exploit, and leaping apes followed him into the path he made, wrapping up the drak and bringing them down to be killed by the following Rockborn and Ironblood.
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Hag Princesses on dragons were falling from the sky. Void Brothers were sweeping in like hunting hawks, garbed in swirls of magic-flensing colors, gathering on their prey.
The Elephant she had chained and bound and stolen power from was back, and fighting the Wyrm she had taken for her latest mate, while he writhed under the continued impact of shining bolts punching through his scales like they weren't there. One of the Void Brothers, his Helix a grim and aged swirl of times long past coming to an end, was closing on the Wyrm, his Glaive already a Brilliant arc of moonlight.
And so Hagmom turned and ran.
I had to admit, she had good instincts. Without hesitation, I took off after her, as a hunting horn rang out loud and low in my head.
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The vohr had claimed the sky. The spellcasters who could be a threat to them were basically gone. Without missing a beat, they drew their Bows from the Quivers on their backs, One More Arrows materialized on the strings, and they remained just outside the no-fly zone as they began a withering and brutal rain of fire down upon the drak below, especially those who looked like they might want to come up into the air.
The Company turned and worked in that direction, even as other drak were milling in confusion, running this way and that, some trying to help out the other drak, others running to the aid of the downed hags. It was confusing, the line of command was all broken, and the reformed Company took full advantage of it, breaking out from the Stillflight Zone so the vohr could glide in closer and support more easily. Silver flashes and grim steel were delivered with unerring power and teamwork, and the drak died in rage and confusion to mass numbers, but died they did.
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Heavenbound reunited with Griffons, and together went to beat on dragons and drak. Wrath sliced and blazed with The Light, working with all the other powers here to strike and to slay, and working particularly well with the vohr gliding like angels of starry death above.
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There was no doubt Hagmom was fast.
She had a base move of 50, tripled with Exemplar status, and even invoked a spell of Motion to add another 30.
Which was pretty cool, sheer brute physical speed. Except my base was 60, add 15 for Dash, add +10 for Nog, double all that for Flowing Waters lightfoot, and then add +20 for Swift Soul while running, and x5 move running instead of x4 via Fleet.
There was no way she could outrun me.
My Arakne Arms were out,Fall's trigger was held down, and Sparky was shooting away. Both could operate completely independent of my scampering along at 90 mph, and all her preternatural agility and stolen favor from Time and Chance, weren't helping her. I was punching holes in her fine robes as her skinny legs covered a lot of ground, the swamp erupting with the force of her every step, and Health Qi was venting in little spurts of red.
She couldn't run away from me, and she couldn't evade me. Spikes and rays of light girt in banefire matched with continuous bolts of force, and were eating her Health Qi away. I had veered in and was keeping her away from the ley line canyon blasted through the ground, meaning if she wanted to get closer to it, we were going to go fisticuffs. Whole rivers and lakes were being drained into the thing, resulting in the awesome sight of waterfalls miles and miles long plunging into the darkness below.
Maybe they'd fill it up, maybe not. It wouldn't matter in the end. I did get some nice eye candy pictures I could relay out to everyone to oooh and aaaah over, lots of water rainbows reaching right to the horizon. /Markchatvistas was a thing.
Quaver and Tremble were in my hands, but I couldn't use them while running this fast, even skate-stepping as I was. Having Wayfair along would have helped, but she was having much too much fun raining death from above back there... and she really had absolutely no desire to mess with a Hag Empress who could rip her apart basically as soon as she could grab her.
I didn't say anything, I didn't taunt, I didn't do much of anything other than ghost her and fill her full of 100-200 points of damage every six seconds, whittling down her Health Qi continuously.