He moved fast, faster than anyone she'd ever met below Master Tier. Perhaps the Farwalker could compare, beforebut no. She watched as he summoned that tendril of shadow and large orbs of acid, each spell finding a target and either reaping a life or opening up a Reforged so that one of his warriors could do the deed.
He cannot be allowed to reach the camp. She hardened her resolve and touched upon the thread of power, flooding her Spirit with a dark potency. Raven bless me, for I need the strength to oppose our enemies.
Blessing of the Raven Received!
The Urge Hears Your Prayers!
Her wide eyes filled with darkness, and Wyvora let herself smile.
The mages were spent, Evie and Harn injured, the Haarguard useless. Still, the Reforged raged. They and the three remaining Hoarhounds howled as they barreled down toward Felix and Vess with all the subtlety and cruel strength of a tidal wave. They came from both ends of the gully, leaving Felix nowhere to run if he wanted to protected his friends huddled between him and Vess.
Felix and Vess found themselves back to back, her with partisan and he with khopesh and club.
"Brings back memories, eh?" he laughed nervously.
"If only it were storming and dark," Vess panted. "It would complete the portrait."
The remaining Hoarhounds and Reforged converged. They had seconds.
"Well, I can't do anything about the sun," Felix said and spun up Mana from his core. It crackled through his channels until it surged up and into both of his weapons. "Let's see about the storm."
Wild Threnody!
Adamant Discord!
Channeling the Transcendent spell through his weapons, Felix thrust them both forward until he felt the invisible notch that was his connections to his enemies. He poured his Mana out into the spell, bracing himself for the pain of what he was about to do.
Lightning burst outward, slamming into the three Reforged and Hoarhound that charged from his side. It seized their bodies. They fought back, but Felix screamed and brought his Strength, Endurance, and stupidly strong Willpower to bear. Things tore and burst, and a concerning wetness tricked somewhere inside of him, but Felix didn't stop.
He lifted them. All of them.
And with a roar he hurled himself in a semi-circle, dragging them with him, until they collided with the Reforged on the other side of the gully. They hit with the sound of thunder and crashing metal and stone and ice, and the gully detonated with the force of it.
"Spear of Tribulations!" Vess shouted over the cacophony. Felix staggered as he saw her seven silver spears shoot out into the dust cloud, before exploding themselves into whirlwinds of razor-sharp air Mana. The whirlwinds dissipated the clouds of stone and dust, revealing mangled flesh and oozing blue ichor.
You Have Killed A Reforged (x7)!
XP Earned!
You have Killed A Hoarhound (x3)!
XP Earned!
Wild Threnody is level 52!
Wild Threnody is level 53!
"Siva's Grace," Vess hissed. "You're bleeding."
Felix grunted. "From where?"
"Everywhere," she whispered. Her hand hitched before grabbing his shoulder. "You did too much. Again."
Felix coughed up something that he didn't want to think about. His Aspects felt absolutely abused, his legs shaky and his head pounding. "I did what I had to. Just what"
"SKKREEAAW!"
Pit screeched from above, releasing a wave of air Mana that tore up the earth just behind Felix. Just close enough that Felix could twist and pull Vess out of the way of the Henaari's spear thrust.
His Companion had flown high above them and kept an eye out all this time for the Henaari's reemergence. Felix didn't know if he would have noticed her in time. Even now, looking straight at her, he couldn't sense her presence.
Pit! Now!
Pit swooped low and twisted his body, dropping the greatsword strapped to his saddle. Felix caught it and brought it to bear in a single, fluid movement. The massive blade stopped a hairsbreadth from the Henaari's charging face.
"Now. Let's talk."
Her eyes widened, if that were possible, and flicked between him and Pit in the air. Without warning, she dropped to her knees and...slammed her forehead on the ground.
"Beg mercy, Pactlord!"
Felix traded a glance with Pit as he landed next to him.
"What?"