Mahel Part 3 (Final)
Yor and Rogi charge him, both bringing forth their swords down on Mahel, who parried the first with ease, before disregarding the second with a dismissive slap!
Rogi spat out air as he was launched back by such a slap. Yet he found his footing as his eyes flared, such an insulting geature!
Bang!
He shot forward, bringing his blade up to peirce the knight. Ignoring that Yor was forefully disengaged by Mahel through sheer force behind the blade!
"Battle awareness is key little human, learn well in the liches grasp!"
Shink!
Mahel shifted his blade. Grasping its pommel with his other hand and thrusting it into the chest of Rogi, easily piercing the man as he essentially charged into it.
Whereas one fell, another took his place. Rio the Bladesmaster did not take well to the loss. She launched forward after taking a strength boosting potion!
A series of knives rained on the knight, he hardly felt them hitting as most bounced off harmlessly, his eyes still locked to the blademaster who drew out a javelin!
Stomping to launch herself upward, Mahel countered with a parry as she tried to stab him in his face. The flat side of the blade blocking the javelin strike, yet this merely became a springboard to the bladesmaster who launched off of it backwards, flipping it the air as she let go of the javelin and brought out two short swords, launching them with built momentum to strike Mahel, and strike they did!
He felt them pierced his armor. "Eh?"
Runes upon the blades glimmered, before Mahel felt the slightest indication of danger!
He looked up, to see the blade master vanish into sparks. His fierce eyes widened in realization!
He looked down to see her appear holding both pierced blades. "Gotcha" she hissed in a grin!
Mahel balled up his fist and pounded his chest. Attempting to kill the lady by plastering her. But life was cruel and the blade master crueler!
She withdrew both blades, dropping down to knee level, before stepping past the knight and cutting the tendons.
She grinned as this was the weakest point, she just needed to target the joints and any strong opponent would fall in due time.
She rolled away to let the knight fall to his knee, but heard no commotion, only the swishing air!
Eh?
Shiiinnk!
She spat blood, her body going into shock as she looked over her shoulder, the knight still stood firm. Sure the tendon was cut, but the dead did not need those muscles. In retrospect, they were lies of a deads body, never believe the undead work off of logic when magic is involved.. Or at least never believe that anatomy will help you in these cases..
Mahel gave the blade master a glance, clearly they had never faced the dead. Or something powerful of the dead.
"I.. Commend your fighting spirit.."
The blade master understood him, yet that waa only because she was rapidly dying, her upper and lower half separated from each other. Guts spilling out as the upper body went into shock and eventually lost function.
Mahel returned his ire to the others. Only a few remained..
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Yor stepped back, in a stumble. The speed of the attacks and individuals were just blurs to him.
Not to mention he felt like the knight was getting stronger each time they killed one of them.
Something was wrong here-
"Your not fit to fight me if your dazed, human"
In his moment of inner thought, he didnt take notice the death knight locked on him next!
Before he could react, the tip of a blade appeared in front of his face, eyes slowly widening in terror.
GUSSHH!
The long sword pierced his skull, bursting out the other end in a shower of gray and crimson. His body dropping like a sack of potatoes.
Mahel glanced over to the last ones.
A cleric, and a heavy fighter. Or Leek, Crescent and Oren. Only Mahel's eyes locked with the heavy fighter. A silent exchange between them, Crescent realized he was found out, trying to help the adventurers now would be a terrible move and his mission though now ruined still had success.
Time to tie off loose ends.
Mahel moved, whilst Crescent turned on his heel and threw his sword like a toy dart!
Stomping down, bursting after his sword with a torrent of a crimson aura!
Leek just barely blocked the blade from piercing them, yet met a head on battery ram in turn!.
THU'UM!
They flew back under the sheer force, slamming into the barrier that wavered under the undead might!
Crescent whipped out his hand grabbing his blade that had yet to finish its fall, before he shifted his foot and vanished in a shockwave, appearing in front of the cleric, his blood arua coalescing around the blade before piercing forward with a hum!
Leek tried to use their shield, but felt it buckle under the sword and break. Their arm peirced, before the sheild was plastered against them, and the blade pierced their heart.. The cleric coughed asking in their final breath..
"Whhh..whhyy?"
The man had never gotten a chance to fight or use his abilities. Merely cannon fodder that managed to no be cut down till the end.
Crescent withdrew their sword, not answering the question. Turning to watch Orens demise!
Oren cursed in his mind recollecting much of his circles mana. He was going to leave with all the adventurers, but now their numbers have been cut down to one, one that also betrayed them!
Guh.. He would need to finish this here and now. Mahel was moving in on him, an eternal flame beginning to burn upon the palm of the death knight.
Flames? He can withstand those easily, Oren felt the death knights intentions and smirked. He would escape, at no cost if the death knight merely wanted to burn him alive!
That said Oren retrieved the substance empowering the barrier, before he marked each container holding souls.
He came here for the goods, he won't be losing them so easily!
Upon the barrier weakening with its existing damages, the dead burst through, the barrier fading as it shattered into lumenated shards!
Inhaling Oren slammed his staff into the ground, grinning at the knight before responding to his statement at the beginning.
"E Eiw scape!"
"I Will escape!"
As the circle churned to life, Mahel leaned in, appearing with alarming speeds before Oren, palm reaching out as the circle built light!
¡BOOM!
The ground cracked under foot, Oren's face having been plastered into the ground. Whilst Mahel spoke in a low rumble.
"Then begone with this pain, remember.. The dead do not forget!"
The dust had no chance to settle, a burst of crimeon flame roared around Mahel's guantlet, Oren felt a pain unlike anything he had before. The flame was no mere fire, nor no mere magical flame.
It was the burning flames of hellish vengeance, the flame of the Lich king. His ire now burning into Oren's soul, branding him!
The circle blinded the dead, Oren whisked away whilst Mahel rumbled out a final goodbye.
"The ire of the Lich king now locks your fate to his, for in time your soul shall know not paradise, but the very pits of hell!"
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Author Note: I stand corrected, i will not set the charge at chapter 45, but later.