55 Lycan Attack

As the girls were discussing the cliché actions in horror moves, Dark was wandering through the vast void. He had spent days wandering the place, and yet no matter the direction he went he always found himself back at that black gate. Eventually he had given up on leaving it, and spent his time examining it.

The gate was made of a material that he was unfamiliar with. Instinctively he knew that it was not something that man kind could hope to create, which left the only feasible answer, the gods. But why would the gods create these gates? Why would they bring all of those monsters to earth?

Ponder as he would the answers were not forthcoming and he was forced to put the question to the back of his mind. From the gate he could sense the vague essence of Space and Time. No, not the essence, more like an echo of essence, after all Essence did not exist in the void.

The gate puzzled him as he examined it. The side he was on was visible to his spiritual sense, and yet if went to the other side the gate disappeared, as if it had never existed in the first place. A thought echoed in his mind, this must be a fold in space. It is not really here and I am only able to observe it from a single point. The gate should not be here, just like me it was here by accident. "There must be a connection!" He pondered in his head, as he used the only tool he had available. His spiritual sense to probe the gate.

As before his spiritual sense was violently thrust back at him, attempting to push him away from the gate. This time he did not budge, he was ready for it. He countered the counter with even more of his spiritual sense, with great effort he managed to pierce the countering force, an image slowly forming in his head, it was the image of two familiar girls, standing there bickering, while a group of lycans approached. They were led by a short blond girl, who looked more dead than alive. In her hand she carried a spear. Next to her was a one armed blonde guy, he was massive, and his ugliness matched his size.

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"So you're saying what I said is called fore shadowing? And it's not something I should bring up? But then how would you know of the potential dangers in the swamp?"

"Its perfectly fine to warn us of the dangers, but not to say "hopefully we don't encounter.. or something similar. We call that a flag. And it's a bad thing to do."

"So if I say I hope the lycan just died to my web isn't part of a pack? That's a bad thing?"

"Very bad"

The lycans were enraged as the girls stood their talking as their vanguard was cut to pieces by invisible thread. Thankfully the blood he had shed had splattered over the rest of the strings, giving them some clue as to where it was safe to walk. Behind them Knights eyes glowed in anger as she saw Lily standing there chatting idly. It had not even been a year since her "Death" and the woman was happily talking while clutching an skeletal hand.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the skeletal hand. Mistress Nykia told her to be wary of those hands, as they were signs of servants of her mother. However that hand was not attached to anyone, simply being carried around by this insufferable woman.

Next to her, Brutus's eyes lit up in recognition as he saw Lily, though he was apprehensive of the woman beside her, the strings had obviously come from her. His eyes wandered around, looking for the man who Lily always accompanied, what was his name? Dark? Such a silly name he thought to himself, thinking of the weak little vampire who could not achieve anything unless he lost control in his bloodlust. He laughed calling out to the woman in front of him.

"Where is your little boyfriend Lily? I have a grudge to settle with the little man. How could he not even have the decency to save them? Or at least die trying. This is why vampires are then worst, no sense of honor. "

In front of him one of the lycans laughed "they both have the scent of vampire Lord Brutus, it would be our pleasure to dismember the fools who slayed our brother."

Knight nodded as she heard the words of the lycan. "Kill them. But bring me the hand Lily is holding, it might prove useful in the future."

The lycans howled in response as they dodged through the exposed threads that blocked their way. Behind them Brutus grinned, as he slowly advanced behind them. In his hand a large great sword appeared, it appeared to be made from bone. He did not bother avoiding the threads, as he used brute force to cut through them with his bone blade. He advanced line a dreadnought, unhurried and full of confidence, the sight would fill most men with fear.

The girls continued to ignore their advance. Seemingly completely oblivious to their attackers. The first lycan approached, lunging towards the nearest of the girls. His hand was met with a sharp pain as it was cleaning sliced by an invisible thread, green poisonous essence rushed into the wound. Behind him the Alpha of their pack showed no mercy as he had two of the wolves grab the wounded lycan, He then proceeded rip of the wounded arm. Sending a spray of blood over the invisible threads surrounding the girls. The girls continued to act as if nothing was going on.

Brutus approached from the back, pushing the lycans out of the way as he raised his giant bone sword. He chopped down with all of his might, destroying the cocoon like web that covered the girls. The threads snapped out like a rubber band that was pulled too tight. Slicing as they went. The closest lycan, the one who was missing an arm, had his body sliced into pieces, he fell, small bleeding wolf chunks lining the ground.

Brutus had a devilish smile on his face as he approached the girls, his sword swinging, connecting with flesh. Only the girls did not bleed. They began to flicker, and the girls flipped off their enemies as their images disappeared. The illusion had been broken.

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The girls were miles away, running as fast as they could as they avoided the increasingly save beasts of the swamp. Lily staggered for a moment getting dizzy as she leaned against a tree. Gasping for breath she spoke the words that did not need to be spoken. "They have broken the illusion, it will not take long for them to catch up."