The sky parted with a deafening crack, stopping the whipping centaur in its track. A seam of light splitting the darkness above, as a portal that hadn't been there moments before tore through the very fabric of reality. Through it descended two figures, cutting through the air with effortless grace.
Streaks of light flashed in their wake as they moved. One, a warrior viking, clothed with a leather tunic reinforced with metal studs, his rippling muscles adorned with tattos that glowed a deep red, on his right hand a battle axe that was almost the same height as he, completeed his menancing look.
Beside him, a figure wreathed in a cloak of golden light, her hair a cascade of fiery embers that crackled as she moved, four circular orbs floated behind her in synchronized fashion. Together, they dived directly towards the earth, their motions as fluid as the rush of a river over smooth stones.
The moments their legs touched the ground they sprang into action, the bulky viking shouting a war cry as he ran, his speed a shocker to the centaurs that were already in full battle mode.
"The half-myths!!" The whipping centaur screamed.
The golden lady sent her orbs shooting straight at the centuars. Each whizzing through the air as they seeked out their targets.
Quentin, frozen and breathless, watched as the two individuals moved in tandem—a powerful, wordless harmony of motion and power.
The vikings axe connected with swords, sending sparks flying high into the air. He weaved and dodged waves of attacks, his speed a clear deterrent to the bloodlust of the centaurs.
"Kitsune, save the boy! Leave these fuckers to me!" He said with a big grin, clearly enjoying himself.
With a swift movement he dodged an attack that came from his blind side, using the sharpened end of his axe he drove it straight through the eye of his assailant. He swung his axe at a centaur that clearly underestimated how strong the viking was, breaking through the sword he tried to use to parry the attack, the viking beheaded him with that singular motion.
The whipping centaur staggered back, eyes wide with shock, he had heard of the half-myth group but this was the first time he was witnessing them in action. Attack, after attack his felllow centaurs launched where thwarted in a single sweep. Before it could recover from the shock, Kitsune's glowing orb came flying straight at him.
It was too late for him to react as he was knocked flat on the floor, his sword clattering away from his grip as he tumbled.
Fate being the funny little comedian it has always been, had one more twist up her sleeves. A sword landed barely inches away from poor Quentin, and he didn't need to be told once what to do.
Grabbing the sword, he realized it weighed surprisingly more than he expected. He crawled towards his disoriented nemesis, his blood leaving a trail of red behind him.
Quentin pierced hard and true; putting all his body weight behind him, he struck the whipping centaur right on his horseback. The sword clattered right off with a loud clang as the blade fell from his hand, leaving not more than a scratch.
"Fuck!" Quentin screamed, more out of annoyance than shock.
Kitsune, keeping an eye on all that was going on, moved through the midst of the centaurs. Two of her orbs increased in size, changing their forms to shields that protected her from both sides as she advanced.
"You bloody human! I should've killed you when I had the chance."
The whipping centaur jacked the human up by his throat, his eye gleaming with pleasure as he suffocated the life out of Quentin.
"Kitsune, o-our boy's dying," The Viking screamed leaping high above the centaurs, twisting in the air as he evaded the sharp edges of multiple swords. Red electricity coursed through his body as power transferred from Viking, to gigantic weapon and then finally to the floor as he slammed the blunt part of his axe on the ground causing the centaurs around him to crumple into dust.
Meanwhile, Quentin still flailed around helplessly, punching the metallic skin of the centaur as he gasped for breath. His face grew pink, and he was about to pass out when Kitsune appeared once more, her orb transforming into a long spike, impaling the whipping centaur right through the neck.
It was over in seconds. The whipping centaur, oblivious to the threat that was Kitsune, didn't expect to have a new breathing hole at the centre of his neck. He let go of Quentin's throat because, as it turned out, another throat needed quick attention. His.
Trying but failing at grabbing the blood that gushed out of the opening in his neck, the centaur collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Quentin moved swiftly, ignoring all the pain in his body, his mind crystal clear; he had one goal, and in this instance, it was all that mattered. Picking up the heavy sword he dropped earlier, he dove straight at the centaur, targeting the exact spot Kitsune's spike had pierced.
Quentin drove the blade right through the neck of the centaur, screaming as he beheaded it.
'I did it. I fucking did it!!'
The world around him grew silent, Quentin had done it, he had vanquished the bastard that tormented him from the moment he came into this new world. Quentin collapsed on the corpse, a sense of fulfilment, one he had never experienced all his life, flushing into him.
In the quiet of his mind, he saw an image;
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Quentin couldn't make much sense from what he was seeing, but he didn't care, it could wait, whatever had changed in his life could wait, he was tired.
He passed out on the corpse of his nemesis, the nightmare coming to an end as his world turned to the black of unconsciousness.
Now, when the half-myth duo appeared and the battle began, Eagon had steered clear of the battleground and had been observing from a safe distance.
"We need to go now!" he suddenly announced, "Juron's on his way and he's way too pissed off for us to be here when he arrives."
"Eagon!! My man. You look like shit." The viking replied, laughing as he picked Eagon off the floor in a warm embrace, ignoring his very obvious injuries.
"Let go of me, you dumb brute," Eagon retorted.
"You complain about everything Eggy and I call dibs on killing you this time around… But, on a serious note I feel his presence too, and by the looks of it Kitsune isn't having the best of time either."
Kitsune's orbs separated into massive floating plates, which came to a stop at the foot of each of them, with the last one enveloping around Quentin lifting him up to the open portal as they all flew away from Mount Vocaghter.