"Good job!"
Liam was indeed impressed with Radiant Shield's quick reaction.
"You could've said something.", complained the burly warrior.
Not wanting to comment, Bleary Mirage shook his head. He couldn't warn the party about everything beforehand. Else they would not be able to grow, never able to defeat stronger bosses.
While the two warriors were talking, no one stood still. Radiant Shield lashed out with his shield, firmly securing aggro, allowing the other close ranged fighters to attack as well.
[-190!!!]
Bloody Edge grinned as he attacked like a predator out of stealth, landing a solid critical hit.
[-98!]
Comparatively, Liam was rather unhappy with his damage although it was roughly on par with the rest of the party.
"You! Suffer my wrath!"
Fuyarhin shouted angrily as the black lines on his neck wiggled. He jumped backwards, whirling his staff. A red light lit up on its tip.
"What is this?"
The question was on everyone's mind as a red ray of light suddenly shot at Radiant Shield.
"On no, it's a magical attack!"
The tank gritted his teeth as his stance almost emptied out.
"Close the distance!"
Silver Blade waved her sword, compelling the party to move. But at this moment a few vents lit up before them.
"Careful!"
Bloody Edge was too eager, ahead of the party. Suddenly black flames enveloped him.
[-84!]
Feeling the heat playing around his skin, the thief turned anxious, doing a strange roll backwards.
[-60!]
"Don't clown around! Get rid of your burn!", reminded Liam.
Bloody Edge's mind was chaotic as he reacted instinctively, taking out two stalks of Fiery Tacaria.
[-30!]
After one last tick of burn the thief barely managed to save his life. Balm swung her wand, sending a comfortable energy his way, healing him back to full.
"Thanks!"
"Don't mention it."
"Watch out!"
Silver Blade's eyes never swayed form the flames. As they died down a second later, she glimpsed at the priest's staff enveloped in a red light.
Warning the party, she took the front, welcoming the hit.
[Stance -5]
The magic attack was noticeably less powerful, posing no problems to the powerful tank.
"Now! Attack!"
The party reacted immediately, surging towards the head priest like an unstoppable flood, multiple attacks engulfing him, a lot of skills mixed in.
"You imbeciles! Die already!"
"AHHH!"
Fuyarhin let out a guttural scream. An invisible force pushed the party back. The black lines on his neck grew, quickly swallowing his face.
The priest's hair turned black as well, his eyes spewing black flames.
"You asked for this!"
Even the priest's voice changed, turning deeper, almost demonic.
Fuyarhin suddenly swung his staff in a wide arc. A black energy attack shot out.
"Careful! Dodge!"
Silver Blade reminded the party as she took a step to the side, protecting Balm behind her shield. A heavy impact rocked her body.
[Stance – 11]
Silver Blade frowned, inspecting the enemy again.
[Cursed Head Priest Fuyarhin
Rank: Lord
Level: 9
HP: 1432/3000
Skill 1: Fuyarhin swings his staff, producing a wave of black energy, dealing 150%(MDMG) magical damage.
Skill 2: ???]
The party scrambled madly, not expecting such an attack. Unfortunately, only Liam and Silent Acacia managed to dodge, all the others taking the direct hit.
Huge damage numbers plopped up above everyone's heads. Cyclone and Fortune were close to death, only the nephilim's natural defense against dark damage saving them.
"My heal isn't off cooldown yet."
Balm was anxious, but Fortune calmed her down.
"Don't worry we have health potions."
"No, don't use them yet.", disagreed Liam.
"Why?"
"Let's only use them if we are close to clearing the dungeon."
"Hmm. Heartless."
Fortune grumbled as Bleary Mirage more or less just sentenced her to death.
Liam wasn't in the mood to argue as everyone approached the head priest again. Fuyarhin leaned on his staff, appearing tired, but he wasn't in a weakened state.
[-32!]
Liam frowned, noticing the heavy reduction to his damage.
"Die!"
Fuyarhin growled as he flourished his staff again. Radiant Shield gritted his teeth, ready to block.
[-180!]
[-150!]
Radiant Shield's body trembled as the priest attacked twice. With wide eyes he stared at his status.
>>> <<<
Name:
Radiant Shield
Level:
6
Race:
Original Nephilim
Class:
Warrior
Primary Attributes:
STR:
22
INT:
1
AGI:
8
HP:
344/674
Fury:
48/55
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>>> <<<
"Damn, almost half of my HP are gone."
"Are you sure you are a tank?"
"Do you want to take the next hit?"
"Never mind."
Radiant Shield and Quickstep bickered as everyone was intimidated by the priest's damage.
"We need to kill him quickly!", reminded Silver Blade solemnly.
"Yes!"
Cyclone echoed her bestest friend as she threw another [Holy Strike]. Fortunately, the extra effect triggered, dealing additional holy damage.
"AH!"
Fuyarhin screamed angrily, losing a staggering 100 HP from the holy damage.
"That should be his weakness!"
"Mages, use your skills on cooldown!"
"Burn in the flames of hell!"
Before the party could press on, Fuyarhin quickly retreated to the side. A wall of flames surrounded him.
"Get away from him!"
Liam couldn't hold himself back from warning his friends sternly, already dashing backwards.
Unseen to the party, Fuyarhin began to rotate his staff quickly. Strong winds blew through the room, letting the flames flicker eerily.
Unnaturally large sparks separated from the flame wall, shooting in all directions.
The party members dodged left and right, sweat running down their backs.
[-20!]
[-20!]
The flames didn't deal much damage but were difficult to evade. Cyclone and Fortune had unwilling eyes as they dropped to the floor, dead.
The indiscriminate attack ended after a while, with everyone taking varying amounts of damage. Balm looked at the dropping HP with a worried heart, using her heal on Radiant Shield.
A moment later the head priest appeared again, approaching the party for another assault.
Radiant Shield took a deep breath, blocking so the others could land another round of attacks.
"Only 900HP left! We got this!"
Silver Blade tried to encourage everyone while keeping a close look on the multiple vents.
Suddenly she spotted something.
"Quickstep! Move!"
As a seasoned pro, Quickstep knew to trust her teammates. She jumped to the side right in time as a burst of flames came from the ceiling.
"Nice communication guys! Keep it up!"
Fuyarhin's face on the other hand turned increasingly ferocious, the black color moving over his skin as if alive. Another staff attack followed.
Radiant Shield's HP almost dropped to zero. Just as the party was about to attack again, the head priest opened up some distance and fired another magic attack.
Silver Blade's concentration was at a peak. She didn't allow the priest to attack Radiant Shield again, stepping forward to defend.
[-25!]
"Wow, those magic attacks barely leave a dent in your defense!", exclaimed Balm happily.
Meanwhile the close combat forces caught up with the priest, dishing out another wave of attacks.
"Yooouu!"
Fuyarhin voice was drawn out as his staff lit up with a black light.
"Careful! It's that skill!"
A wave of dark energy shot at the group. Despite Silver Blade's heroic defense, the grim reaper came to harvest lives this time.
Bloody Edge and Radiant Shield died tragically. The others, their stance mostly used up, took varying amounts of damage as well.
"Is this it?"
Silent Acacia whispered, disheartened. Silver Blade looked over in surprise. She instantly saw the red glow below his feet.
"Acacia! Careful!"
The young thief snapped out of his thoughts, looking at Silver Blade before realizing what was going on. But it was already too late as flames seared his body.
When the fire disappeared, Silent Acacia's corpse could be found lying on the ground.
Meanwhile, the head priest recovered from his skill, ready to attack again. With Radiant Shield dead, Silver Blade knew it was her turn to tank.
[-220!]
[-200!]
The young woman found a large amount of her HP gone in an instant. A few more attacks landed on Fuyarhin, shoving off another 100HP.
Silver Blade sighed as she inspected the priest.
[Cursed Head Priest Fuyarhin
Rank: Lord
Level: 9
HP: 542/3000
Skill 1: Fuyarhin swings his staff, producing a wave of black energy, dealing 150%(MDMG) magical damage.
Skill 2: Fuyarhin hides behind a wall of flames, rotating his staff quickly, scattering dangerous flames.]
"This might be it…"
Silver Blade was unwilling as the priest's staff came again. Her HP emptied out, leaving her dead on the ground.
The party struggled for a while more. Liam took the role of a tank, surviving for a bit with Balm's heals.
But it wasn't enough.
Soon, Balm was the only one left while Fuyarhin still had more than 200HP. She could only smile wryly as the priest's staff ended her life.
When Balm opened her eyes again, she was met with the party discussing animatedly.
"We almost got it!"
"Yeah, a few better dodges and that priest will be finished."
"My comrades, let us put this accursed priest to rest."
"My blade is ready to cut those wings off!"
Cyclone gripped her wand tightly.
"I want my revenge!"