Sound came back to Razor as he blinked at the sky. Turning his head slightly he could make out four robed figures standing and watching him. From his prone position he couldn’t make out any features not obscured by their cowls. Standing and crawling out of the other warehouse, Razor groaned, and put his hand to his forehead. Pulling his hand back he noticed blood.
“Crap,” He said between breaths as he reaches down and pulls his sword up with one hand, and uses the other arm to wipe away the blood on his face, “You guys are good, I didn’t even detect any other life but that Weird presence inside the building. Not to mention that magic you have.”
A Smile appeared beneath the cowl of one of the figures, “You don’t have what it takes to beat us, Amazon.”
The quartet suddenly flickered and reappeared out of Razor’s reach and all four held up hands in perfect unison before a red light came to life in their palm and shot towards Razor.
He spun on his heel and putting his left hand up, which glowed a green, deflected the blasts before spinning into a crouch and placing his left hand on the ground.
Mumbling a few words of power, a cluster of vines burst from the ground and wrapped tight around each mage. A tentacle of vine from each cluster crossed across the spellcaster’s mouths forming a gag.
Charging towards the closest one, he skewered the struggling wizard on the sword before ripping it out. As he saw the life leave the mage's eyes, he noticed the corpse decay suddenly to a state of decay that was weeks old.
Stepping back he looked over at the other three, who by now were managing to get free of the tentacles. Growling he ran towards one that hadn’t gotten out from the cluster completely and hit the mage in the shoulder before a whisper of power behind him slammed into his back and threw him into the wizard he had already stabbed.
Retreating a few steps he felt a wet oozing feeling from his stomach. Glancing down he saw a blood stain on his shirt and glancing up saw the bloodied dagger in the mage’s still good hand.
“This is why we Magia are superior specimens Amazon scum.” One of the mage’s said in a deep gravelly voice as he threw a lanced of light through the air.
Spinning Razor dodged the lance and threw his sword with one motion. The sword spun end over end, obviously not balanced for throwing but the throw compensating for the differential. The mage’s eyes bulged as he saw Razor dodge and the sword bit deep into his neck before he realized anything. His head soared through the air before his life left and rapid decay caused his head to look almost mummified.
“Obviously superior, my fine ass,” Razor sighed as he called his sword back toward him with a tug of his hand.
The sword spun end over end until it looked as if it was hit by a lightning bolt and spun off to the side. The Lightning arced from the mages hand and hit Razor square in the chest at the same time as it hit the sword.
Smoking he flew backwards from the force of the energy and slammed into a tree, splintering the bark and trunk. He coughed up a bit of blood as he stood with a woozy stagger. He wiped his hand across his mouth and looked at the final two mages who were moving. Though he did notice something strange, despite their mummified look and lifelessness, the other two corpses still stood, one albeit headless.
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“Oh this isn’t good.” He muttered under his breathe as he glanced back at the other two and barely had time to leap to the side in a roll to avoid a large bluish black fireball.
Crouching Razor puts both hands to the ground quickly, mutters a few words and a rough stone wall shoots up between him and the mages as another arc of lightning shoots from the mages’ direction. It sizzles as it hits the stone and explodes in a spray of sparks and loose energy.
“I can’t win in a fight of pure magical strength, Magia are beings of magic. So Trickery it is” He grins as he rubs the blood out of his eyes and puts his hands against the stone. With a thunderous roar the stone splits and drives forward towards the two remaining spellcasters, ripping a furrow in the ground behind it.
Seeing the stones moving the Mages each throw up a shield and the left most mage creates a spear of fire that blows a hole clean through the stone as it hits his shield. The stone cracks and crumbles revealing no Razor behind it. He glances over to the other Mage who’d created a similar spear, but of lightning. The lightning dissipated as it had previously with the exception that it dug cracks through the rock and caused it to explode.
Jumping through the explosion Razor yelled with wild abandon and had both arms crossed in the air in front of his face with hands making claws, “Claws of the Amazonian Tiger!”
The air on each of Razor’s fingers forming inch long claws of pure solidified force ending with a sharp pointed and as he flips he slashes both arms in an X and brings his hands down. The energy slams into the mage and knocks him backwards with a large X-shaped gash in his body and close to his throat.
The mage coughed up blood and appeared to collapse in a heap on the ground before a dark energy flowed from the other spellcasters into him and he rose on imaginary puppet strings and cracked his neck before smirking towards the Amazon, “You’ll have to do better than that.”
As he finished a shrill keening came from behind Razor, causing him to turn as a bolt of plasma hit him square in the chest blasting him through the air and to the feet of the still smirking mage who had his hand splayed towards Razor with lightning shooting out from his hand.
Screaming as the electricity shot through his prone body Razor convulsed before his hand came to rest on the ground and a wall of vines erupted between him and the spellcaster, breaking the flow of lightning.
The vines split as the form of Razor’s hand, once again encased in the energy claws, shot up and straight through the underside of the mage’s chin and straight through into his brain.
Collapsing, the mage’s body shriveled and stood up before Razor’s eyes, unmoving but the mage’s energy still tangible in the air.
Razor panted as he kneeled on the ground peering at the final remaining mage who was smiling a roguish smile, Razor matched the smile with a chuckle, “What’s so funny Copperfield? Enjoy me killing your friends?”
“Comparing me to a smoke and mirrors human magician? Your bravado is slipping Amazon. You’re no closer to winning now than when it was four against one.”
“Oh yeah?” Razor stood with a slight wobble, “I only have to take out one of you, not four of you.”
The mage grinned, “Yes but the power of my brothers now flows through me, so I am in complete control of unimaginable magic strength.”
“Really?” Razor says with a grin, wiping the blood off his chin, “I think you forgot about something.”
Razor raises his hand and pulls it towards himself. The mage spins around, remembering the way Razor did that the first time. His eyes locked on the blade just before it severed his head from his body. His body crumpled into dust before his head hit the ground, followed shortly by the other three.
As the last one became dust, a shockwave of pure magic blasted out in all directions, launching Razor into the wall beside the jammed door. Crashing through he skids to a stop and puts himself into a crouch. Glancing in front of him he saw a decaying and almost crisped body that was laughing. Turning his head he saw a fireball head straight for him.
“Oh, Goddess, this is going to hurt.”