Hrrrmm.. Crrraaauugh!! Cccrrraaauuggghhh!!
Flame Sister is struggling to keep Solus from completely cutting off her airway, so she tries to listen to his reasoning as an attempt to distract him...
-I.. have a... hard time trusting you.. You're not... Ccccraaauughh!! Letting up... Am I supposed to receive this message in the.... Hhhhrrrmmm afterlife? Get off my neck!!!!!
She powers up and pushes his hand off of her and sits up. Gets to her knees and bends over in a posture not meant for battle. She concentrated on breathing instead of her enemy. She conceded the battle..
(Solus) Well since you've given up your struggle and actually mustered the strength to move me a little, I decided to let you up. So, I want you to join me for a healthy meal...
Flame Sister, lifted her head, gazing directly in the eyes of Solus, she had a look totally different from before. Utter shock!!!
(Flame Sister) You don't mean the heinous Taboo!!???
In the fashion of a bird, Solus Rui'N twitched his head to the right then to the left, while closing the distance between them and was now standing inches away from her peeping into the fabrics that make up Flame Sister...
(Alon) Don't let those damn Dwarves spoil all the fun.. Now go and crush as many Druids as you can!!!!
Drigom's attack wasn't brute strength and brought with clear destruction, causing shock and awe from the magnitude of the attack alone...
But as the Elves cleared through clumps of Druids with the swiftest blade attacks. Piercing the Druids along the lines of even skewering some while running full speed. This was totally in contrast to how the Dwarves fight...
The Dwarves are masters of their weapons and harness the power of the weapon itself, but the Elves don't value the weapon as much. Some could go as far as to say they look at it as they themselves are the weapon and the sword or bow is just a tool for them to present their melody of blood and guts. This battlefield was represented by true Strength & Beauty, the Dwarves and Elves were taking it to the Druids...
Alon was carving up Druids left and right while making his way across the blood soaked battlefield.. Weaving and dodging in a mindless manner a crowd of Druids started to gather around him and close in on him as he was busy slaying low enemies and as they rushed him he looked up and smiled as if welcoming the fight, then he readied himself for the task. But just before they could get within range, an Elf with a brown staff, standing on top of a rock decided to make himself known. He opened up his lungs and echoed across Spring Hills...
-GALLOPING SUNDER-
And slammed his staff into the rock.
In a split second the battlefield began to quake and rumble, pebbles started to levitate off the ground, and with a crackle across the sky lightning bolted down on top of the Druids circling Alon...
Only a small yelp would squeak through the disintegration of their bodies. Leaving a charred black spot along the surface of where they all stood. The elf tipped his head to Sir Alon, causing Alon to oblige...
-I owe you one Sir Frosst, Nobody told you to butt in... We will battle in the halls of their precious Spring Hills...
(Sir Frosst) No.. Sir Alon, we won't.
He mumbled as he turned around and went to fight another group. He was the twin brother of Alon.
(Sensory Master) We have to get involved here or else it will be too late...
(War Master ) I agree. I'll deal with the Elves, you take care of the Dwarves...
They split off their forces and the Sensory Master was firing off energy blast after energy blast, taking down Dwarves. Each hit leaving behind red and pink mist blotches upon the battlefield. His attacks were powerful and matched the intensity of the powers displayed by the Dwarves...
War Master was also doing his part on the other end of the battlefield. His staff in hand striking down some elves while seamlessly twisting & contorting to dodge strikes from the Elves. In a sudden burst, a stream of water would jet out from the tip of the staff and encased the staff in a razor-thin blade of water... And as he continued to twist his body while the jet stream sliced through Elves with no friction whatsoever. His Staff work was as elegant as one had ever seen...
(Gravf) Waep!! We are gaining momentum right now. Let's join the fight and take down our foes once and for all...
(Waep) Yeah we shall put an end to this chaos...
Master Gravf & Madam Waep fought their way through the bulk of the enemies trying to make their way to the two Dwarven brothers, Oligwom & Hureglom. They were holding court fighting back to back in the center of some Druids...
The set of Dwarves found time for laughter and glee amongst chaos. Like they were amused by the swinging and splitting of bodies done by their Battle-axes... They shared grips while killing off many Druids.
Sensory Master had adjusted his attention to the two brothers and made his way right to them just before Madam Waep & Master Gravf could get there. Both brothers calmed their nerves, and put a serious attitude towards the Druid...
The clump of Druids circling the brothers spread open and allowed the Sensory Master to cleanly step inside and face the Dwarves alone. The circled closed up and half faced them and half turned their backs to the fight in order to watch for dangerous enemies...
The brothers split apart slowly and took to the Druids Flanks. In order to face one he'd have to risk being struck down from the other... So most would go on the defensive, instead Sensory Master chose to rush Hureglom..
Flame Sister regained some of her essence now. And pleaded with Solus.
(Flame Sister) Forgive me for being rude but you can't do this... We can't do this.. The events that would follow such a taboo would be catastrophic. Hell it could backfire on us..
(Solus Rui'N) Do you believe that is what will happen? Well let me tell you a story...
-Back when the Elves and Dwarves went to war and I killed Banshee of Root Town... The weaker Elves were sent off into the hills to die off and offer their essence up to the Daemon of protection... And it worked perfectly for over thousands of years until one day I stopped receiving my offerings...
It was all because of those damn Dwarves they had been jumping the sickly Elves and chopping them into small pieces and feeding them to their Daemon. In order to gain more power, he was not the strongest Daemon but he was very tenacious before then. But, over time the effects started to show, he was so agitated from the slightest wrong he'd haul off and injure the ones closer to him.
He would leave for years then come back carrying weak Daemons to his domain, screaming and hollering from Daemons throughout the night would signify one or two things he was torturing them or having his way with them...
I had to end his life and this is the result of our battle. His power was so immense when we fought I still haven't recovered all of my strength. That is why I can't fully transform anymore and am stuck in my putrid form...
(Flame Sister) So you saw how strong he was and now you want that power but how can you obtain it if you killed it's source? You want to go and dig up your brother??
(Solus) No. I want to eat the Elves, Druids, & Dwarves...
The plot thickens.....
To be continued….
Chapter 8…