With a grin displayed on his pale face, Cynathrax pierced the screaming soldier's heart with Shezmu. The flimsy chain mail simply gave away at the sheer strength and accuracy of the glaive. Pinned against the wall, the man began to choke on blood and go limp. Behind Cynathrax there were people running in every direction. Some were harassed by little imps, others were carried off by humongous insect-like creatures into the sky, and all the while buildings were being punched and demolished by a pair of golems.
"Embrace death," he whispered to the dying man, "for it is your inception to life." Cynathrax pushed the glaive in further to ensure he would not go anywhere, and then he began to feed. Like paper, Cynathrax ripped the armor in two, revealing the precious flesh and fluids that would serve to fuel The Blood Lord. He tore pieces of meat out and devoured them hastily. He then got down to business by tearing the man's chest open and siphoning the blood out of the veins.
"Perfect," he removed the glaive and allowed the body to slump onto the ground. In another motion he removed one of his gauntlets and with the other hand he drew his dagger. Cutting himself, he allowed his blood to flow out and into the now-deceased soldier. Once five cups had found their way into the open chest, Cynathrax knelt and thrust his hand into the open wound. "Awaken now, restless essence. Rise and claim the living in my name." Starting from where Cynathrax placed his hand, the body grew black and lost its features. Soon the wound closed up and the eyes began to shine with a gloomy yellow. Black cloth appeared over the body as it levitated itself upright. From within the robes it produced a shortsword and then floated off to partake in the destruction of the village.
Cynathrax picked up his glaive and walked down the street, followed by a score of thirty imps. To his left were two Blood Golems pulverizing what appeared to have once been a statue. To his right were three wraiths engaged in combat with a dozen foolhardy villagers who had grabbed the nearest object to use as an improvised weapon. Chaos and bloodshed had been brought to Hoviken, and it would soon be claimed by the ruthless Blood Lord.
In his seemingly aimless wandering Dybia found himself just where he needed to be. In the distance he could see dust and smoke rising from a small village. Above it strange insect like creatures buzzed around carrying people to their deaths. He could see the villagers trying to escape through a road leading out of the town, but most were being cut down at the obvious choke point. He put on his white doctor's coat and started making his way to the town.
They were being attacked by a strange cloaked creature with a short sword. The few villagers that mustered up the nerve to try and fight the thing found their weapons flying straight through it with little sign that it even noticed the strikes. As Dybia got closer he decided if regular weapon attacks weren't any good he had just the thing. He drew his blade Enola and pointed it at the creature. The few people still living seemed confused by the gesture but understood the moment arced from the blade and painfully struck the creature. He kept the arc going until the creature finally dissipated.
Once he was sure the creature was dead he decided to attend to the wounded in the immediate area. Without saying a word he walked over to a man who'd had his arm cut off by the thing. A small black creature with yellow eyes had picked up the severed limb and was about to run off with it before Dybia walked over and stomped on it. He took the arm from the now dead pest's small hands and went back to the injured man. He started his work using his electricity to bond the limb back onto the man's shoulder stump and sewed the wound shut. He'd made sure to kill the pain and give the man's body enough of a boost to get him on his feet and on his way out of here. The man didn't say a word to Dybia the whole time. He didn't seem like on to question his blessings. Dybia only said one thing to him.
"Don't put more than a pound of weight on it for a month or two."
With that he treated a few smaller wounds on the other villagers who had made it this far to the edge of town. He made sure none of them were stupid enough to head back in once they were patched up. With creatures like that further into town they wouldn't stand a chance, but he would be more than capable. As he treated the people there he simply told them to go find help elsewhere and bring it back. After all, he didn't know this land very well. He decided to stay there and treat anyone that made it until help arrived. Every now and then one of the tiny black creatures came by poking its head around a corner. He made sure to squash them all.
Leita was finishing fixing her bag. It was the one she always brought with her on any of her trips outside of the Dome. Ones she, Kira, and Kai made regularly with Adrien, the resident vampire who lived there for over eighteen years. He was their guide to this place, but that never really offered complete and total comfort in the Dome. For what Adrien could only guarantee them was that the Dome was unpredictable. An entity with a mind of its own. This, Leita found out first hand when the Dome dropped her randomly into an orchard near a small village once. That turned out to be a graveyard. There she soon found necromancers, who came to that town seeking a powerful relic. She also found Edward Stone.
Leita smiled softly to herself as she carefully set her sage and sweetgrass bundle next to the fairy wax candle. Edward-kun. She wondered how he was doing. It seemed like as soon as they had saved the town and vanquished the necromancers, the Dome had whisked her away just as quickly as it had dropped her there. She wish she had had more time to really talk to Edward. He had saved her life. She wished that there was something she could have done for him.
Well, she didn't have time to stand there and reminisce. Kira wanted to head out again soon. They had to find Khaz, Rontu, and Ren.
So Leita pulled on her forest green cloak, fastening the clasps. She slung her bag over her shoulder, letting the strap go across her chest so that the pack of it rested at her backside. She reached for her staff, and then after double checking to make sure she had everything, she went for the door. She grabbed the knob and pulled it open. Light blinded her, and when it cleared away, Leita first heard the screams.
And then a gruesome scene came to her eyes. As jarring as being dowsed in cold water. Yet, it was all more familiar to her than she liked it to be. She saw small imp-like creatures terrorizing people. Men and women alike either brandishing everything from swords to plain sticks at them. Leita stood there, shocked and still, clutching her staff with both hands and close to her chest. Her head whipped from side to side frantically.
Staying still was not a good idea. Two imps took notice of her and flew at her, chattering strangely as they came. Leita gave a shriek, falling over on her side. With a gasp, white energy burst out around her, throwing up a shield instinctively that also forced the imps back with the force that it came bursting outward from her body with. Leita stayed cringed on the ground, curled up. When she felt nothing, no tiny hands or teeth, she finally looked up, lifting her head to stare timidly out from strands of silver hair around her face. The tiny imps bashed their bodies and fists against her white transparent barrier. They could do nothing to break it.
It was pathetic. To think she had faced necromancers and swarms of zombies, and yet she crumbled into a ball just because some imps flew at her. Well, at least, she had had Edward back then.
He couldn't say why, but Dybia really hated the sight of these little black creatures. He hated them more than the wraiths slicing people up. He hated them more than the insect like creatures he occasionally saw fly up and drop someone. He hated their cowardly reactions when he walked up to them, and he loved stomping on their weaselly little bodies with the steel sole of his boots. They were no better than rats harassing only the people who could barely fight back.
He kept moving forward through the streets looking for more of the dirty little things. Soon one of the insect like things in the sky seemed to dip low in the air mistaking him for its next victim. The moment Dybia looked up and pointed his blade at it the creature made its last smart decision and turned and flew away. It was too late for it though. He shot a bolt of lightning straight into its back and held it on target as long as he could. The creature fell from the sky not far away, and Dybia wasn't content to just hope it was dead.
When he found it laying on the ground it was still making a strange hissing like noise. It was in pain after the electrocution and fall, but it didn't seem like it would die soon. He decided to fix that. He took his blade and stabbed it into the creature's forehead. He was sure the bolt he fired into the sky would draw some attention from the monsters nearby. It would be less trouble for the people left in the town he supposed. He heard some noise nearby and looked for what was making it.
Not far off he saw a small nearly white haired woman on the ground under some kind of white bubble shield. The normally cowardly little imps beat on the glowing bubble trying to get in to the weak looking girl. They were so busy banging on her shield they didn't even hear him come up behind them. He grabbed both of the small creatures by their heads in each hand and began running electricity through their bodies until they went limp. Something about that just felt so satisfying.
He dropped the two bodies and crouched down to look at the girl more closely. She wasn't dressed like any of the villagers he had seen running before. He tapped on her shield to get her attention.
"If these things frighten you, I wouldn't look up at the things flying around. You gonna be okay?"
Leita saw a man come up behind the imps and grab their heads. She saw their little bodies twist, convulse, and jerk. They were electrocuted. Though these small creatures had attacked her and the villagers, Leita felt tears burn in her eyes at the sight of their bodies constricting and jumping with the electricity. It had just been so ... violent. Her bottom lips gave a slight tremor as she stared, green eyes wide. The man dropped them on the ground, where Leita's eyes followed them, still staring wide with terror and pity mixed in her gaze.
Leita's attention was grabbed by the man who tapped on her bubble shield. Her wide green eyes, still rather wet with unshed tears, snapped up at him, flinching slightly. She finally took in his appearance. He was an older man, about sixty, with dark hair, but it was peppered with age. But mostly, he was extremely tall. It looked as if he could easily compare to Rontu in height. There was a light gray of stubble on the lower part of his face. He wore a white coat over his outfit underneath.
"If these things frighten you, I wouldn't look up at the things flying around. You gonna be okay?"
Leita nibbled her bottom lip, which gave another slight tremble, but she nodded. Her throat felt tight, choking a verbal response to his question, which sounded muffled since his voice was on the other side of the barrier her shield created. Leita looked up, despite the man's warning not to. There were huge, insect-like creatures flying around. Leita swallowed with difficulty. Where was she? What was going on? Why was this village being attacked?
Slowly, Leita managed to get to her feet, though she was still shaken and nervous. Her white bubble shield remained intact. It moved with her as she got to her feet, and she clutched her staff with white knuckles.
"I ... What ... what's going on?" Leita asked, though she didn't know if this man knew any better than she did. She knew he had killed those imps to protect her, so she put their violent deaths out of her mind. Her voice was small with a slight tremor in it. "Why ... is all of this happening?"
After he killed the imps the girl seemed to almost cry. It made Dybia feel like he'd just kicked a puppy. The things had just been attacking her, and she still seemed distraught over him killing them. If she was that against killing she would have to steel herself. There was no way she'd get out of here without seeing more. Something about this girl made him want to minimize the amount if he could. She almost reminded him of someone he knew a long time ago.
The young girl still seemed wary of Dybia with her shield up, but she seemed to understand he wasn't there to hurt her. She stood up and walked closer to him. She seemed so hesitant about it. The strange white bubble around her seemed to follow her around without any special movements or anything from her.
"I ... What ... what's going on? Why ... is all of this happening?"
She seemed so shocked by it all. He could tell she wasn't here when this started. If his guess was right she simply found herself here in a way not so different than the way he did. Unfortunately for her she seemed to have come out right in the middle of it. She must not have seen the signs coming from the outside of the town like Dybia.
"Sorry to say, but I couldn't rightly tell you. I just found myself around here, and came to see what was happening. There are worse things around here than those little black vermin. I intend to get rid of them," He could tell the girl was shaken by all of this, but with abilities like this he guessed she wasn't as defenseless as she came off as, "You feel like coming too?"
Cynathrax laughed as he watched the wraiths cut down the villagers. One by one the ghostly swords penetrated their flesh, which was followed by the villagers falling to the ground. When they finished and moved on, he used his glaive to slice the arm off of one of the bodies. Kneeling on the ground he took a bite out of the forearm and then dropped it back on the ground.
Rising, he continued strolling down the street. However, something was off: there were now only eight imps following him. The others were nowhere to be found. In fact, he sensed that they were no longer in the area. He concluded that some of them had been killed by some of the braver villagers, and so with a quick swipe of his glaive a portal was opened and more imps came tumbling out of it.
It was at that moment that one of the Blood Golems kicked a hut and then bashed the remains into the ground. With it gone Cynathrax was able to see what was beyond it. Standing in the street parallel to the one he was on were two people who did not appear like they were from Hoviken.
There was an older human male who was noticeably taller than average. Next to him stood a young, short female with silver hair much like his own. She was armed with a staff, while he carried a sword. As far as he knew they were both humans; possibly father and daughter. And if there was anything that could make total annihilation of a village any sweeter, it was forcing a father to watch his daughter die before his eyes.
Well, he seemed to know what he was doing. In the very least, he sounded confident. Leita looked around them, her eyes still wide, her delicate brow still tensed with distress. Well, Adrien always said the Dome always did things for a reason, even if it wasn't always understood immediately. Though Leita supposed what it wanted was obvious. There was something attacking this village. There had to be a reason for the imps and all these strange creatures to appear and to be attacking. The Dome must want her to do something about all of this. And really, how could she turn away from all these people in need? She had power, so she had an obligation to help them.
"Hai," said Leita, looking back to the older man. "I will help. My name is Leita Serwen. May I ask what your name is--"
There were thunderous and loud crashing noises. Leita's head jerked to the side. She saw what looked like some kind of creature made of rock and blood. The red streams pulsed over and between the rocks and through the cracks like little veins, exposed to the air. The blood moved constantly, like there was a heart hidden somewhere within the rock that pumped it along. This bulky and huge thing had just kicked aside a small hut, destroying it. Beyond this, it cleared her sight for someone else. The man was so tall and so pale, for a panicked moment, Leita thought it was Nottuu. The Dark Lord that killed her father. But no, he wore strange and unfamiliar armor. He also had wings of feathers rather than thick dragon scales, like Ren had. His hair was also silver rather than white, much like her own. There was blood on his face and down his front. He wore dark and sharp armor.
No sooner had she spotted this man did she hear the thunderous footsteps of the creature of rock and blood. It shook the ground as it came charging at them in their direction. Leita's eyes grew wider. It was coming for them. She felt fear shiver through her body and seize it. She felt her lungs freeze up. She knew that she should do something, but she found herself panicking again, like when the imps flew at her. She tried to think of a spell but her mind was wiped blank. Her knuckles went white as they clenched her staff hard, keeping it pulled close to her chest.
The closer it got, the more she came to realize ... it wasn't just headed for them, it was aiming for her.
All of a sudden a huge humanoid stone creature busted down a nearby house. The thing seemed to be made of multiple pieces of stone held together by veins of blood and was at least twelve feet tall. Once it busted down the small building between it and Dybia and the girl, a man behind it seemed to give it an order. The top half of the man's face seemed to be obscured by a helmet, and he seemed to have wings on his back. He didn't have time to catch any more details. After that the golem started charging towards the two of them. Once again Leita froze up in shock, but at least this time Dybia understood why a bit better. This wasn't some one foot tall imp.
He didn't have long to react. The strange golem seemed to be going for the easy target of the girl. It raised its foot just about to try and stomp on the girl. Dybia put himself between the two, and readied himself to catch the blow. He statically clung the metal soles of his boots to the ground and readied his hands to catch the golem's foot. The moment its foot connected with Dybia's hands he was completely overpowered. His feet still clinging to the ground were the only thing keeping him in place. He tried to resist it, but he bent backwards until he was looking at the girl behind him.
"Well...you can call me Dybia...and I could really use...some help, Leita."
Cynathrax watched while satisfaction filled the spot where, if he were human, would hold a soul. The Golem obeyed and went for the girl, though the man was there to stop it at the last moment. They seemed to be at a stalemate.
Dissatisfied, he looked around for more of his creatures. The other Golem was further down the street and was busy terrorizing some larger building. However, there were two wraiths who had just cut down a family trying to escape the village. "You two!" he yelled, "Bring me the girl."
Dybia forced into a stance of leaning backward, staring at her. Leita's wide, fear-filled green eyes stared down at him, still somewhat in shock. She had no idea how he managed to keep his feet on the ground or to hold the stone golem back, even though he struggled to do so. All the same, seeing Dybia in danger seemed to shake Leita loose of the fear that gripped her body tight. Air rushed back into her lungs.
She raised her hand, her left letting go of the staff to come forward, palm open. Soft, glowing pink light erupted from her hand. It formed an orb of this warm pink light. Leita still hesitated for a split second. She wondered, was this creature alive? Did it have any will of its own? Or was it just an empty puppet? A sword in the hand of a master? Leita wasn't sure, but she had to do something. The pink shot from her hand, it smashed into the golem's shoulder, causing it to stumble back, the blast taking away chuck of rock.
Leita's heart hammered in her heart, fast just like a rabbit's. Adrenaline finally seemed to silence her thoughts. In this silence, she felt another shiver, but it was from a kind of energy. Leita's eyes turned to see two ghostly and phantom-like creatures gliding swiftly toward them. They reminded her only vaguely of poes back home in Hyrule, just ... taller.
Leita white bubble shield flew up again and enlarged enough to also encase Dybia with her. At the same time, her eyes went past the ghosts and back to the man, tall, pale, splattered in blood, and in dark armor. He was looking at them. And as she looked, she felt his power. She felt that it coursed through the golem and these two wraiths. He had created them. His power made her feel queasy and dizzy, causing her head to spin, almost making her shield drop. Her face paled and cold sweat formed on her brow. Worse, was that she realized he seemed to be starting to focus his forces on them.
The wraiths' weapons pinged harmlessly off her shield. Leita was more concerned about the golem, as it had more force than the wraiths.
"D-Dybia," stammered Leita, her voice a soft squeak. "Th-that man. He's the one who ... is doing all this."
With her shield up and the powers she'd just shown Dybia felt like he could attack now. He stood up and went to the edge of the shield. He put his had to the shield to see if he could pass through it, but it seemed solid now. The wraiths on the outside were trying to go for the girl maintaining the shield, but were being easily held off. The girl probably couldn't just let him through and not them. He took Enola off of his belt to get ready to strike. The stranger in command of all of these monsters had no way of knowing how he would attack with it. Getting rid of him might get rid of the beasts that serve him.
"Well Leita, think you can let me out of here without letting them in? I'll go straight for the guy over there. He won't know what hit him."
The girl brought forth a shield which kept his creatures out. Cynathrax stood and watched as they tried to reach in and grab the girl, only to find their hands blocked. When the wraiths drew their swords to strike, nothing happened. Cynathrax tightened the grip on his glaive and snarled at the golem. "Grab a piece of that rubble and smash the shield!" The golem obeyed and went to go pick up a large chunk of stone from the building it kicked in earlier.
"Well Leita, think you can let me out of here without letting them in? I'll go straight for the guy over there. He won't know what hit him."
Leita really would rather that they both stayed in the shield. But she knew that they needed some kind of offensive, or these attacks would only continue. These creatures were not made of flesh and blood. They would, no doubt, continue for hours if bidden by their master. Leita was also certain that this man would not wait forever.
"I'll--I'll try," gasped Leita. She closed her eyes and focused on her shield and Dybia's energy. She let her energy part for his, allowing him to pass through, but it held strong against the energy of the specters.
Dybia couldn't be their only offensive plan. Leita needed her own. This man's magic was ... sick, wrong, just like the necromancers ... Which Leita was able to keep at bay with a magic circle. The only problem was that she would need time to set one up. She could not hold her energy shield and cast a magic circle at the same time.
The spectres seemed focused on getting through to Leita even as Dybia passed through the shield. The golem that had tried to attack her before was grabbing a large piece of stone to smash Leita's shield with. He could hear the stranger speak in a warped voice commanding his minion. Dybia wondered how smart the bastard's golems were. They stood between him and the bastard anyway, so he may as well take care of them first.
The one picking up the rubble to use as a weapon was the closest. Dybia darted towards it and immediately jumped up and landed on the rock it was going to use as a weapon. He stood fairly even with the thing's face, and reared his leg back and gave a hard kick to its face with the steel sole of his right boot. Only a small chip was taken from it's head, but it seemed like enough to piss it off. He used the chance to run farther ahead to the second golem. This time he jumped up and clung his feet to its chest and walked up it's body. The first golem wasn't far behind him now after it had dropped the piece of rubble it had before and just as it brought its giant stone fist at Dybia in an attack strong enough to break more than a few bones, even if he were prepared, Dybia slipped over the second golem's shoulders behind it.
The second golem's head smashed like a pumpkin, but before its body could fall to the ground Dybia dashed between its legs towards the first golem. He scaled it the same way he did with the last. Each time the steel sole of his boot connected and clung to the golem's body Dybia could hear the squishing of the red veins that ran all over its body. Just to irritate the thing further Dybia slashed his blade at it's stone face once he was high enough, and true to form like last time it brought its fist stone fist straight at Dybia. Once he moved up though its fist was going straight at its own face. Dybia didn't bother staying on the golem's shoulders long. Right as its fist connected with its own face Dybia leaped behind the golem towards the man who controlled them. He pointed his sword at the winged stranger as he went towards him, hoping he wouldn't realize he could do this, and let out a large bolt of electricity towards the man.
Before Cynathrax could properly command the golems, the man had managed to trick them into destroying themselves. Growling as the man approached him, Cynathrax poised his glaive in preparation to meet his sword. However, he was caught off guard as a large bolt of electricity suddenly flew towards him. The lightning collided with his chest and reeled him back a few paces.
"Some sort of mage, are we?" He sneered. "The most gratifying blood to taste!" Cynathrax leaped into the air with the help of his wings and prepared to strike the man's side with his glaive.
"Heh, you want my blood?" Dybia shouted to the man after hearing him talk again in that distorted voice, "Then take it!"
Dybia flipped his blade into a reverse grip and blocked the man's attack on his right side. As fast as he could he stepped forward and placed his palm on the man's chest, and he directly put as much of a shock through as he could in an instant. Through his electricity Dybia could feel the strange nature of the man. His body was close to human but not quite. In his years of human experimentation he grew familiar with the feeling of his electricity going into a human body. One word summed up how this man's body felt to Dybia, Disgusting. Dybia leapt back just a moment later, and kept his eyes on this stranger.
"Curious...Maybe I should take you apart to see what it is about your body that makes me sick?"
Leita has watched as Dybia dashed out. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on him, in case he needed any help. Especially since he provoked two of the golems at once. Leita had watched, holding her breathe, as Dybia escaped death over and over. But soon he had tricked the golems into hurting themselves.
She couldn't just stand there and watch. She had to do something. The specters continued to beat on her shield, but it wouldn't give. Leita wouldn't be able to catch her circle with them on her like this. She needed to lose them somehow.
So Leita started off, running toward the center of the village where there were more buildings. The specters chased after her. Leita ran as fast as she could, which was generally the one physical thing she was good at doing. They stayed fast on her, she twisted sharply at the edge of a building and again. She looked behind her to see they were still behind, but around the corner where they could not see her. She let her shield drop which had stayed up even while she ran, staying around her body like she was its nucleus.
She paused only to gasp out her incantation, "Akite darui nisemono."
And she vanished from the specters' and generally everyone else's view. Insipid artifice. It was probably her favorite spell, enabling her to unnoticed by everyone, including enemies. The specters rounded the corner and then stopped just in front of her, unable to see her anymore. They started to drift almost absent-mindedly. Leita dashed away. She didn't have to worry about making sound or anything else. Insipid artifice made everything about her unnoticeable. Now she had to set up her magic circle.
Growling, Cynathrax bit his lip and tapped on his armor a few times with one of his long, sharp fingers. "Do you think your little sword and electricity will halt me?" Feeling arrogant, Cynathrax tossed his glaive a few feet behind him. Bending slightly into a fighting position, he motioned for the man to charge at him.
"Oh, you have no idea what kind of trouble you're in now boy."
Dybia put Enola back on his belt and got ready to use his hands. He liked it better this way. When he fought using his fists he felt like he could feel what he was doing to the person when he jolted them and struck them. Using his sword felt much less personal. This man's body's nature annoyed Dybia so much he figured he'd add a little insult to his injury. He dashed forward with his hands hanging by his sides until he got close enough. After dodging one strike from the man Dybia slapped the side of the man's helmet with his right hand and quickly followed it up with a hard slap from his left, both times jolting electricity into it.
"I don't know about halt you, but this electricity has twisted and bent stronger men than you into shambling messes that would make even you blush."
Leita searched for a bit more of a secluded place to cast her circle. She was not sure what else she could do with it other than it being a safe haven for them, should they need it, which they, she and Dybia, very well might. She reached a gap between buildings that lined up her sight with the glaive. The thing was huge, at least nine feet, roughly four feet taller than Leita herself. Of course, its owner was also of a daunting height. She saw Dybia and the man fighting. She shivered. She felt the greasy dark energy radiating off the glaive. It was an instrument of his magic, that much Leita was certain. Much like her staff and ring were to her, among the other tools she used to cast magic circles. Magic circles allowed her to do other magic, but it also took a lot of time.
In any case, Leita found herself in a position of opportunity. Why he had tossed his glaive aside to fight Dybia was beyond her. But all she knew was that he would not notice her with the Insipid Artifice spell on her. Not to mention, if she got the glaive, perhaps she could use it to seal his power. She was not sure if this tool gave him his power or merely channeled it. She would need more time to find out.
So Leita ran up to the glaive that stuck in the ground. She knew she could not pull or move it out with what physical strength she had. So Leita signed the prayer for her telekinesis spell. She worried her bottom lip, looking over at the two fighting. Leita might be, for all accounts, invisible to the man that Dybia was fighting but the glaive was not under the insipid artifice spell. The dark man might very well find it odd, should he chose to look over at his sword to see it hovering around for not apparent reason. Leita knew she had to work quickly and hope luck would be on her side. The glaive lifted slowly out of the ground. Leita was careful to make sure it did not make a noise that would possibly alert the man of what she was doing. Once out of the ground, Leita positioned it in front of her and ran back down toward the alley opening.
OoC: MP used thus far: 102
Bubble shield, energy attack, insipid artifice, and telekinesis.
Both jolts to his helmet had managed to disrupt his senses. He felt his mind jittering as if it was shocked itself. As a reactionary measure he shuffled to the side and, using a wing, slammed it into the man and stumbled backwards. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted two more Wraiths hovering towards them.
"I think you'll find that they won't be as sensitive to your little voltage display."
"Won't they now?" Dybia said with a grin remembering his first encounter with one of the wraiths. He pulled Enola off of his belt again, and he shot an arc of lightning at the closest wraith. Like before sustaining the bolt made the creature dissipate, but the second made it close to him. With his blade charged for an attack he ran the creature through with the blade and pinned it to the ground. It wasn't taken out like the one before it, but the sword seemed to do fine hurting and immobilizing it.
"You seem kind of conflicted," Dybia said to his enemy, "You throw your weapon away wanting to fight with your fists, but then you call in minions for help. Are you a coward or not?"
Leita ran into an abandoned barn with the huge glaive. This looked like there was enough space for a circle. Leita levitated the glaive to rest down on the straw-strewn floor. She pulled off her bag from her shoulder and set it on the ground as she began to ruffle through it, pulling out items. Normal procedure for creating a circle was to outline it with salt. It wasn't really necessary. Magic truly was all about intent. Things like salt and lines were tools to make envisioning the intent easier. She could still do it without that. However, there were some tools she still needed. She couldn't envision the ritual perfectly, but she could afford to sacrifice some things to get it done in time.
She pulled out a leather bag of salt. She had already blessed it ahead of time. She set the bag of salt aside and went back to the bag. She pulled from it a bundle of sage with sweetgrass woven into it, a crystal chalice, a water bag, and a white candle set in holder of lava stone rock. First, she poured water into the chalice. She then held the chalice in her hand and her other hovered over the top as she prayed again, “I exorcise thee, ‘O creature of water, of all negativity both seen and unseen and bless thee in the name of the Three.”
For a moment the water glowed a soft white gold.
She took the salt again and added the last three pinches to the water. It was just enough. She stirred it three times with her finger, clockwise, and then held the chalice up to her face with both hands and prayed again, “I cleanse and consecrate this water in the name of Nayru. May this liquid enhance and purify all that it touches. So mote it be.”
She blew softly on the water’s surface. Her breath came out a soft white-blue color, and when it touched the water, the water glowed blue as well and stayed blue. The air hummed gently with this holy power. She then ointed herself with the holy water, touching her wet fingers to her forehead, were the third eye as said to be, and then on both shoulders. The places continued to glow softly on her. As she ointed herself, she thought of the cool and soothing waters of Zora's Domain. She remembered the roar of its great waterfall and she let the sounds and images of water fill her head.
She picked up the chalice and moved it over some distance to her left, and then set it down on the ground. Then she went back to where her bag was and all the other items that were settled around it.
She grabbed a match from her bag and lit the candle at the top point with it. The candle and lava rock holder had been blessed before hand for such things. The wax came from honey seeking faeries and the wick was made of braided unicorn hairs. She lit the bundle of sage and sweetgrass from the flame of the candle. The bundle continued to smoke softly, silver wisps twirling into the air and harmonizing with the holy power that was starting to build in the room.
She then wafted the smoke over herself, and the places that had glowed a soft blue then glowed a soft green. Leita remembered Kokiri Forest. Enchanting and mysterious with glowing motes like tiny little spirits drifting through the air.
She then moved the sage and sweetgrass bundle in a sea shell dish over some distance to her right.
Leita then went back and picked up the candle and held it near the places she had ointed, letting the heat touch her softly. She thought of the hot desert sun back in the Gerudo's Fortress and the warm sand beneath her feet. The places ointed now glowed a soft red, nearly pink.
She then moved the candle and the bag of salt over some distance in front of her. So all three: the chalice, the sage and sweetgrass, and the candle and salt formed the points of a triangle.
Leita then sat in the center next to her bag and the glaive, her legs folded and holding very still but relaxed. She breathed calmly for a moment. She had to stop the world for a moment. So she listened. She listened to the calm stillness that had settled in the barn as she had started to work though she could still hear the echoes of panic and chaos outside. She had built a sacred atmosphere.
Ahh, she could feel it now. The energy raised up softly inside her.
Leita stood up. She pictured a gold circle and in this circle was a gold triangle. The circle touched the points of the triangle. She stood in the center of the triangle. Her dark green eyes were glazed over, as if in trance. Her staff remained on the ground. She began her casting. Her voice was soft and yet oddly strong. The words danced from her like a poem. There was no tremble or stutter from her now.
“I conjure thee, by infinite power; a circle now around us stands. I trace the path between the words, a boundary line of gods and man. Once around I trace the path.”
She held out her left hand, index finger pointed at the tip of the triangle that touched circle boundary line. She turned on the spot. She traced in the air, following the circle’s line around the triangle. As she did, bright green ethereal vines and leaves sprouted from the line, following her finger as she went around. The triangle glowed bright green. The glowing circle and the triangle appeared in sight, not just in her mind, on the ground of the barn. The ethereal vines and leaves also appeared as she traced them on the glowing circle.
When she reached the top point again, she said:
“Twice it turns into a flame.”
She went around again, and this time the ghostly green vines and leaves erupted into gentle white-blue flames that followed the tracing of her finger. The triangle glowed white-blue. When she reached the top point a third time she said:
“Three times around, a wall of fire, within whose realm we will remain.”
The blue flames leapt into the air and turned bright red, the walls were wreathed in ghostly fire. The triangle glowed red. It died down when she reached the point a fourth time. She let her hand drop.
“This ground is sacred, consecrated by the power of earth and air. We conjure fire to cleanse our hearts and waters deep to guard us here. In the name of Farore who watches, in the name of Din who stands, this circle bright is bound around us while Nayru works Her mighty plan. As above, from crown of heaven, now below it is revealed. Magic circle, ‘O crystal fortress, by my words your power is sealed. Blessed be.”
The circle and triangle on the floor now glowed white-gold.
Leita's eyes were still glossed over, but she stared head to the flame of the candle that burned at the front point of the triangle. She walked over to it, and then she grasped the candle and held it high above her head, still facing outward. The bag of salt stayed on the ground.
“Din, Cultivator of the Earth, bless this space with your infinite power over physical forms. Give this circle the power to protect us from the physical forms of evil without.”
There were no more glowing lights. Just a flame that burned steady, strong, and cleanly in its lava rock holder. She held it above her for a moment, and then set it back down on the ground next to the salt. The Hylian girl then turned to look almost dreamily over her shoulder. Her eyes found the sage and sweetgrass still smoldering in the right corner of the triangle. Leita drifted down the side of the gold triangle's line toward its right corner point. As she moved down it the line glowed red.
Upon reaching the bundle of herbs, she lifted it from the sea shell bowl and high above her head, silver wisps of smoke dancing in the air.
“Farore, Creator of Life, bless this space with your courage and strength. Let not the whispers of evil touch the air within. Give us the courage and strength to overcome the doubts in our hearts so that we may overcome the struggles without.”
The same as before. There was no flashes of light, but the air had continued to build with this calm and soothing energy. Leita set the smoking bundle down and once more turned her head to look to the chalice of water on the left corner of the triangle.
She walked down the other sideline and it glowed green after her. She picked up the chalice and held it high above her. Her eyes stared up at it as they had with each one she had held.
“Nayru, Originator of Natural Law, bless this space with your wisdom and love. Seal the unnatural evil away from our minds and hearts; let not even time give it power over us.”
She set the chalice back down and, again, followed the sideline back to the front of the triangle where the candle sat on the ground next to the salt. The line glowed blue. All three lines stayed the same colors and remained to glow. After reaching the point of the triangle, she turned and went back to the center of it. She stood facing the open barn doors, her face smooth, relaxed, and somewhat blank.
“I bless thee in the name of the Three. So mote it be!” she cried in a suddenly stronger but not very loud voice.
The lines of the triangle suddenly burst and their light and colors surged all over, into the floor of the barn and then into the circle that touched the points of the triangle. The colors became transparent as the energy surged up into the air, creating a dome with the circle as its outline.
The dome-like shield of energy, continued to fluctuate with colors of red, green, and blue. The candle on the ground had gone out, the chalice was empty, and the sage and sweetgrass had stopped smoking. However, the sense of peace and safety had stayed. The stillness remained.
Done with the casting and blessing of the circle, Leita went over and sat with the glaive on the ground in front of her. Her green eyes studied it calmly, despite the greasy and dark energy that still radiated from it. That power was more suppressed now that it was sealed within a sacred space.
Leita's now serene green eyes went to a clear orb at the hilt of the glaive. It wasn't very big, just three or so inches wide. There was red liquid inside, and then Leita realized that it was blood. Her intuition told her that it had to be that man's blood. If this weapon was also a tool of magic, combining it with one's blood usually enhanced magical properties as well as create and clear and definite bond between the tool and the magic user.
She touched her fingers to the orb's smooth surface. She felt a kind of pull from it when her skin touched it. The orb itself did not appear to remove from the glaive, but there had to be a way to fill the orb. Blood, though a powerful property in magic, definitely did not last long in magic. If the orb did not separate from the glaive, then the blood was probably siphoned by magic. Leita wonder if she could get it to siphoned back out.
Leita poured some more water in a cup and then blessed it again as she had before for casting her magic circle. She placed the cup nearby the glaive.
"Mizu Nayru," Leita whispered her spell. The water rose out of the cup and encompassed the orb with a gesture of Leita's hand, to guide its path. She held it there.
"Nayru, Originator of Natural Law, reverse the flow of magic, bring back what was taken," Leita prayed, closing her eyes.
The water around the orb began to redden, the blood was coming back out. Leita focused on it until the water around the orb was now a deep red, more blood than water. Then with a gesture of Leita's hand, it flowed back into the cup.
Leita then gathered some straw together from the barn floor that she sat on. From her bag she produced from spare string, which she used to help her braid and tied the straw into the form of a person.
Blood was a very potent thing when it came to magic. While it could power this man in the dark armor, it could also harm him ... now that his blood was in her hands.
Leita dipped the little straw figure in the cup with the blood and the straw soaked up it. She pulled out another cup and poured more water as well as some extra sage and sweetgrass, another candle and some salt. She blessed it the water, salt, and the candle. Then she pulled out some bandages, used for wrapping wounds usually.
"Din, Cultivator of the Earth, bless this binding with your infinite power over physical forms. Give this binding the power to hold the forms of evil." Leita let the heat of the candle touch the wrapping and then sprinkled salt on it.
“Farore, Creator of Life, bless this binding with your strength of will. Let not the whispers of evil weaken its holding.” Leita wafted the smoke from the sage and sweetgrass over the wrapping.
“Nayru, Originator of Natural Law, bless this binding with your wisdom and love. Seal the unnatural evil away; let not even time give it power.” Leita sprinkled the water on the wrapping.
Then Leita took the straw figured, soaked with the blood and then wrapped it with the holy binding. She wrapped the whole figure all over, and then when she had the ends of it left, she tied them together in three knots and said,
"By knot of three, this man is sealed. So mote it be."
There were no flashes of light. But Leita felt the power of the spell whisper through the circle and extend out into the world.
OoC: MP used thus far: 107
Bubble shield, energy attack, insipid artifice, telekinesis, naryu's water.
Cynathrax scoffed, "I am merely toying with you. I could've easily destroyed you earlier if I had wanted, but what would be the fun in that? I've already slaughtered dozens... perhaps even hundreds of you pathetic mortals. Once I finish you off, I'll take my time torturing the girl before scorching this village into ruins."
He then leaped sideways and flew behind a building. "Now, where is my glaive..." he began to look for it, when suddenly a sharp pain radiated from every inch of his body. Instantly, he hell onto the ground and let out a muffled scream. Cynathrax tried as hard as he could to stand, but found that he was unable to move. Something had managed to bind him to the ground and prevent him from making any movement.
"Well, whatever she was doing it looks like she did it," Dybia said looking at the man struggling to move at all on the ground in front of him. Wherever the girl Leita had run off to she apparently managed to pull off some spell. At least Dybia assumed it was a spell from the way the glaive floated away without his enemy noticing a short time ago, "Well, let's get this nasty business out of the way before she can see it."
Dybia walked over to his paralyzed foe and knelt down in front of his face. He pulled off the man's ornamental looking helmet showing his whole pale white face. Dybia took the man's head by his silver hair and forced him to look up at him. Dybia looked the man in his disturbing pale gold eyes before reaching around to the back of his head with his left hand. He moved his right hand from holding the man's hair to having his palm directly on his forehead and said, "Excuse any side effects. I only ever worked with human subjects, and you don't seem quite human."
Dybia closed his eyes and deafened his ears as he started a gentle directed flow of electricity with both hands. While different, the man's brain wasn't terribly difficult to get into. Since the man seemed unable to move or call more minions to himself Dybia could focus only on this without too much worry. What he saw moved him in a way. A life of centuries spent killing or only in the company of his little blood puppets. A life with no peers. He had himself convinced all of the killing meant something because of the fear left in the ones he didn't kill. He deluded himself with arrogance sitting on a frozen throne bullying people that hadn't even hit an industrial stride. He acted like killing children swinging sticks at him made him a god of destruction.
Where does your arrogance have you believe you are on the scale of power?, Dybia left this message in the man's head along with a vivid memory of his own following it. An event that happened only a few years ago. A green haired man at the center of a great golden light and a black haired woman in her own more shadowy power countering the first. The scene of these two super powers colliding and destroying the entire city around them and Dybia barely surviving it by using a slab of stone.
With all the information he needed Dybia broke the connection and said to the man, "Well Cynathrax, oh great blood lord, have you ever asked yourself an age old question 'What can change the nature of a man?'? Murderers, rapists, terrorists, people that most would claim have no possibility of redemption. I've had some success rehabilitating them," Dybia reached to Cynathrax's belt and took a leather bound tome that he'd seen in his memories, "Who knows, if it works on you I might give this back some day. I say memories make the man. With that said, I have the means to remake yourself. I wonder if I should leave you with your name? No. Why bother? I'll let you find a new one. Goodbye Cynathrax. May you be something better in your new life."
Just as he was about to make the link again, Dybia heard something. Something loud, something big was coming.
Leita gathered her things quickly into her bag. Along with her usual tools for magic, she wrapped the bloody doll of straw in a black cloth and placed it in her bag. Then with another telekinesis spell, she moved the glaive with her as she made her way back to where she had last seen Dybia and the man in black armor fighting. She hurried, fearing that maybe she had been too late. What if that man had killed Dybia? Then another thought occurred to her ... if she paralyzed the man in black armor, then that left him at Dybia's mercy. She hadn't quite thought of that when she had run off to cast the spell. She had only been thinking of saving Dybia and the village. She remembered when Dybia killed those little imp creatures ... Leita wasn't sure what was right ... but she did not want to be responsible for anyone's death. Be they an imp, a man, or a demon.
So Leita ran, jogging. When she reached them, she saw the man in armor frozen, and Dybia standing before him alive, speaking.
"Well Cynathrax, oh great blood lord, have you ever asked yourself an age old question 'What can change the nature of a man?'? Murderers, rapists, terrorists, people that most would claim have no possibility of redemption. I've had some success rehabilitating them," Dybia reached to Cynathrax's belt and took a leather bound tome that he'd seen in his memories, "Who knows, if it works on you I might give this back some day. I say memories make the man. With that said, I have the means to remake yourself. I wonder if I should leave you with your name? No. Why bother? I'll let you find a new one. Goodbye Cynathrax. May you be something better in your new life."
Dybia's words ... disturbed Leita. What was he going to to do? What did he mean by "I have the means to remake yourself"?
"Dybia-san!" cried Leita, just as she heard something loud ... and big ... and familiar in an odd way.
OoC: MP used thus far: 114
Bubble shield, energy attack, insipid artifice, telekinesis(x2), naryu's water.
The air tingled with something. Excitement, anticipation, hope… Anger, fear, terror… Battle? As the Dragon slowly approached the village where the rumours said Cynathrax could be found, he sensed mixed feelings in the air. Some were probably his, and some came from the village; he had not been so close to a solution for his condition in a long, long time. It was only natural his anticipation were raised.
He smirked as he guessed about the other sensations. From what he had heard, Cynathrax were nothing but wicked, and he didn’t really need to guess what events took place in the village. The goblins were extremely kind and helpful and were just unable to stop telling him where he could find the Blood Lord, what he had done, what he was doing, and what he could do. Of course, the still smoking corpses of a few of their brethren were initiative enough.
And so, from what he had learned from the goblins, he immediately set his course towards the small village of Hoviken. Cynathrax, the goblins had said, had a deep knowledge of demonic powers. His Grimoire, they said, contained knowledge of ancient dark magic, and quite possible draconic magic too.
It was enough for Isith. If the Blood Lord had knowledge of his seal, which bound him to a humanoid form, he could find a way to break it. And as payment? What blood mage would say no to a batch of Dragon blood?
He were flying high above the clouds, in the thin air above the mountains. The air resistance were lower at these altitudes, while his wings, both working on the air and the magic currents flowing through the world, barely noticed any difference. This altitude made him too small to see from the ground, and his aura never reached the ground until he had passed. However, he could see what happened below.
So he had seen the battle flow beneath long before he arrived. He had seen how the two strangers fought back. And he had felt the faint echo of magic as it dispersed into the world. Anger and rage filled him; he had not come so close only to find two random travellers standing in the way. Cynathrax were his only current hope of breaking his seal, and by Garyx, he would not let that chance get away!
As he twisted into a dive, wings tightly held to his sides, he let out a piercing scream that echoed between the mountains. Unleashing his draconic aura like a wave, continuously building it as he dove down, it would crash down upon the village like a tidal wave of fear.
Just a hundred meters above the ground, he let out his wings to straighten out and slow his decent, and like thunder, he hit the ground, a little too fast; his feet and legs hurt like hell from the impact.
He stared directly at Dybia, while purposely letting drops of fire drip out of his jaws.
“Run,” he implored with his deepest voice as he forced his aura to an even higher state, and shot geysers of fire from his nostrils.
Leita stared in horror as a dragon ... a dragon flew down. His piercing shriek boomed in her delicate pointed and long Hylian ears, causing such pain that Leita fell down to the ground, covering her ears, forcing her to drop her telekinesis spell on the glaive as well as the staff in her left hand. She felt the ground shake and thunder, and she knew it had landed. She looked up, her heart thundering, her green eyes wide with fear. The green dragon was a quadruped and stood at more than double Leita's height, and it was several times longer.
Leita had known only two dragons in her life, though she supposed that was more than most people could claim.
The first had been Nottuu, Dark Lord of Void, was the great and ancient white dragon of Sekin. He had also been the one who killed her father. That had been in Nottuu's human form, as he had started the empire's invasion into Hyrule about eight years ago. Apparently dragons could shape-shift into human or otherwise mortal forms.
However, the only times Leita saw a dragon take their true forms was attached to memories of complete destruction. When Nottuu took his dragon form, he was even larger than the green dragon that stood before her now.
Ren was the other dragon she knew. Or half-dragon rather. Ren was bad enough in his elven form, but when he was forced into his dragon form, he became a bipedal dragon of varying sizes, but large enough. However, he had nearly destroyed Gerudo's Fortress the last time Leita saw him take that form. Zelda had said it was because Ren did not know how to control himself. He was raised among elves, not dragons.
The green dragon that stood in front of Dybia spoke, as flames curled around his teeth and from out of his mouth and nostrils. His voice was so deep and reverberating, that Leita felt it rumble and thrum through her core.
A dragon. Not what Dybia was expecting. The air shook from one word out of the thing's mouth followed with dripping licks of flame. Everything about this creature seemd to be designed to be imposing and fear striking. Dybia wasn't a short man, but this thing still stood almost twice as high as him. Not a flinch from Dybia though. He didn't plan on killing Cynathrax, but he couldn't leave him as he was. Dybia truly wanted to see what would happen if he used his methods of rehabilitation on him. He'd made it work several times before on humans, but could it work on other things?
Dybia only had one thing to worry about. He turned around to see Leita stunned by the oppressive atmosphere around this creature. The girl had been frightened by the imps. He hated to think what she was feeling from the presence of this thing. As much as she may have wanted to run, rightfully so, he couldn't leave things like this. Dybia knew he wouldn't die here, but he couldn't say the same for Leita. Dybia said to her in a low voice, "Put up your shield if you can."
Dybia turned back to the dragon and took a few steps toward it. He stopped with his right foot on top of Cynathrax's helmet he'd taken off earlier. Since the dragon seemed capable of talking he decided to give it a warning of his own, "I'll run when I'm done with his 'rehabilitation'. You're the intruder here."
Dybia took Enola back off of his belt and got ready to defend himself.
Leita breathed fast and shallowly as she stared at Dybia and the dragon that stood before them. Dybia said to her in a low voice, "Put up your shield if you can."
But then he turned and told the dragon he would not be leaving until he finished "rehabilitating" Cynathrax, as he had called the man in black armor.
"Dy...bia...san ... no ..." Leita's words merely a breath, a whisper in her terror. The tightness in her chest, a constriction of fear and despair, seemed to choke her words.
No. They couldn't fight a dragon. They ... he would die. Leita's chin started trembling, her green eyes swarming with tears. Was he depending on her to protect him? How could he be this confident against a dragon? Leita had only just met him, but still ... still, she didn't like the way he spoke about Cynathrax's ... rehabilitation. She could break the spell she put on him ... but then Dybia could die. Dybia might die anyway. Leita only had a little mana left. It wasn't enough to make a very strong shield. It would have been strong enough against normal things ... more than strong enough, but for a dragon?
Leita fumbled with her bag, hands trembling, tears trickling down her face, breathing in whimpering gasps, as she searched as quickly as possible for one of her potions. It would be their only chance. She needed more mana if she wanted to make a stronger shield. Her fingers found the cool glass of the vial, containing a bright green liquid. Her hands continued to shake as she held it, fumbling with the cork. She managed to get it open and chugged the liquid back.
OoC: MP usage reset back to 00. One green/mana potion used.
"I'll run when I'm done with his 'rehabilitation'. You're the intruder here."
The words of the warrior were big considering the situation. Isith had seen the electric magic that he could do, but by now he was pretty used to lightning of any kind, so that didn’t feel like a threat either. Secondly, he wore absolutely no armour, fire protection or shield. But, and this left Isith wondering about, there were something more echoing through his body, something… divine? The very notion that such a lowlife were partly divine made him snort.
And then there was the girl. She was obviously a mage, and quite possibly the source of the binding magic put on Cynathrax. But he could not feel any anger or any hostile intent from her, which was puzzling. The warrior had plenty of both, but she pleaded for Dybia to take the peaceful way out. And Dybia seemed to care for her. That could work in his favour if things didn’t go his way. He was not interested in battle right now.
But battle was inevitable. If this rehabilitation meant to brain wash Cyanthrax, and that would mean that Isith would have come all this way for nothing? If Dybia thought that he could just take away his goal, and go away unharmed, then he had not yet enraged a dragon.
“So be it!”
From his jaws, a scorching torrent of liquid fire erupted like water from a hose, accompanied by a piercing scream, almost deafened by the roaring of the fire. In mere seconds, it would engulf both Dybia and the Girl.
With flames hurdling towards him Dybia dove to one side with Cynathrax's helmet still stuck to his foot. When he landed safely outside the flame's affected area he stood up and made a hard kick with the foot holding the spiky helmet. At just the right moment he let go of the cling that held the helmet to his foot. Cynathrax's helmet flew into the beast's right eye. The helmet wasn't heavy or sharp enough to do THAT much damage, but from Dybia's scant experience with dragons in the past the eyes were the first thing to take out. Dybia would settle for one eye though. If he took out both eyes the beast could just start flailing burning everything down.
Dybia made sure to run through the dragon's unhindered field of vision. If he kept its attention and kept Leita out of his sight she could escape if she wanted. Dybia could tell she just wanted to stop the killing and go. Most if not all of the people had probably finished running away while they fought Cynathrax and his minions, but Dybia was thinking ahead. Especially now that he had seen inside the bastard's head he knew the killing wouldn't stop if he let Cynathrax walk away as he was. He would just fly on to another village and keep trying to inspire fear in this primitive world. Leita was free to do as she pleased now that what could be salvaged here was safe, but whether she fled or if she stayed and helped him fight he needed to make sure the beast's attention wasn't on her.
With the grimoire under his left arm and Enola in his right hand, he didn't want to try and get too close. The thing's wings looked like they had the weakest hide on his body, so Dybia let a few bolts loose at them. The lizard seemed less affected by the shock than Cynathrax was. The beast would likely try more fire on Dybia soon, so Dybia ran over to the rubble left from Cynathrax's golems. With both hands full he tried a similar tactic as before. He used the steel sole of his boot to cling to a piece of the golem about the size of his foot and used a kick to fling it at the beast's neck.
It seemed Leita had only managed to get her potion out and drink it just in time. Fire spewed forward at her. She felt the heat on her skin, like she was standing far too close to a camp fire, even though the flames were still several feet away. Leita gave a shriek. Dybia just managed to dodge out of the way, and Leita's shield kept up. She knew it worked because suddenly the heat was gone, but she could still hear the roar of the fire washing over her little transparent white dome of energy.
OoC: MP usage: 90
medium bubble shield
The firebreathing abruptly ceased as Isith had to evade the sudden attack from Dybia. The makeshift projectile that was Cyanthrax’s helmet was obviously aimed for his eye, but a flick of his neck moved his head enough to let the helmet impact his fenestra; i.e. his nose. The weight, combined with the force of the throw dizzied him for a moment while Dybia shot a few bolts of lightning at him.
They stung a bit, but as far as he could feel, they did not affect him much. Dybia, however, seemed to follow a strange pattern. Instead of chaining his attacks, as he had expected him to do, the warrior had let him recover from each of his attacks; he paused and moved between his attacks. So when the golem rock came flying and crashed into his neck, the electric attack had already waned.
The rock did hurt a bit, but only from the blow; his extra thick scales moving all the way from his belly to his jaw protected his internals. It was almost as if Dybia just wanted to irritate him; this was no real fight.
So it was up to Isith to make the attack. He judged Dybia’s movements, predicted his counterattacks, and aided by his wings, charge-jumped at him. First, he would attack him with his firebreath; aimed so that Dybia would be forced to dodge. Then, with a sudden twitch of his wings, he would twist around abruptly and land just before where Dybia would need to dodge to evade his first attack, the twitch of the wings possibly creating a strong enough gust to drive him to the ground.
Then, he would charge at him again to lounge out with first his claws and grab him if possible, and then with his jaws. In addition, if the warrior tried to evade to his sides, his tail were ready to smack some sense into him.
The neck didn't seem to be any weaker than the rest of him, and the electricity wasn't doing any good. That was ok though. Dybia would just do without it for now. He shorted his powers out just in time to see the dragon take off and begin spewing fire at him. Dybia was just barely able to dash forward fast enough to not get burned to a crisp. The flames seemed to catch on the tail of his white coat, but he had no time to worry about that. The beast took a quick swipe at Dybia just as he cleared the flames. Dybia just managed to bring Enola up to strike at the webbing between its toes. He couldn't tell if that made much of a cut as he dashed past its front legs. Dybia gave it as hard a swing as he could at the beast's stomach, but he couldn't seem to pack enough of a punch with Enola.
The scales of the beast's hide seemed too thick for such a small weapon even if he had both arms available. Dybia knew now that he needed a weapon with more weight behind it, and he knew exactly where to get one. His eyes set on Leita and Cynathrax's glaive past the dragon's hind legs. Dybia darted towards them, but just after he cleared the legs the thing's tail came sweeping down on him too fast to really avoid. His legs were taken out from under him, and he ended up travelling half the way in a violent roll that put out the flames on his coat just before they reached his waist.
As soon as he recovered he kept running and when he finally reached Leita He dropped Cynathax's grimoire near her and put Enola back on his belt before he picked up Shezmu. It may have been a demon's blade, but for now it was just what he needed. The thing was longer than Dybia was tall and Dybia wasn't a short guy at all. He took the weapon with both hands and hoped it would be enough.