"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Einervaene screams ceaselessly and suddenly as a spear shakes from its lodgings in the rock. Catching her as she backs up to me, I hold her tight as my magic starts to act up.
"Einervaene, listen to me!"
"I CAN'T SEE! BREWBRT, I CAN'T SEE!" she screams.
"EINERVAENE! Listen! Go, get as far as you can away from here now!"
"N-No!? NO I CAN'T SEE, PLEASE DON-"
"GO, I AM RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" I roar as I gently shove her off as her magic overtakes her. Blue lightning ascends into the sky with pain-filled crackles and I turn to the sound of rushing weapons. Placing a hand on each strap on my bag, I tear them apart and the hefty weight falls to the ground. The shine of a polished shield barely enters my vision.
Striking down with a fist of emerald magic, the metal takes my blow without breaking and its holder goes off. The rain seems all the louder and lightning flashes, barely revealing the many coming for us. Recalling their positions as best as I can, I rear an arm back and throw a clutch of magic bombs that way. Nothing is struck but all is revealed.
Going for the closest assailant, I tear away his protection before directly applying the end of his life. A roar of pain meets me before a spear comes for my side. Serrating into my armour's exposed weak point, I groan as blood is drawn. Grabbing the shaft, I twist and tear it apart through torsion, moving the freed blade up the jaw of the attacker.
Moving to avoid incoming spells and projectiles, I use my bulk to disorient another one on the slide down. I spot more charging ahead and past me, in the direction of the blue lightning sporadically dropping from the sky. I try to intercept them but another attacker comes right for me, thrusting his enriched spear against my chest. It punctures through with the help of some kind of magnetism invalidating the curve of my plate.
Growling and with a fistful of magic, I try to strike them down only for another blade to come slipping along my vambrace. Narrowly moving my head aside, short-lived sparks leap out into the dark, miserable night. Stepping back into the demands of those I am against, more join in to press on their advantage. A magic-laced cloak wraps around my visor.
Rearing back with the growing number trying to pull me down, I go where they wish. With a resounding thud, my armour rings out into the dark of night as they obviously follow up with downward thrusts. Magic envelops my lower half and I rocket away and by chance, I hit a rock. Flipping back onto my feet, I throw a barrage of bombs their way.
My attackers lit up ever so briefly, form up in a shell of Eusorochiian style. It holds firm even as the land erupts, leaving only craters around them. Putting magic into my legs, I leap for them with a lance-like projectile. Slipping it over their heads, the intentionally weak blast sends some into the craters.
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Dropping more magic off at their feet, I merely hope that enough are killed off by it before I dodge another thrust. A magic-charged shield strikes my side and I stumble towards the sound of an unsheathed sword. It stabs into my side and my teeth rumble as my jaw tries to overpower the other half of it. Hugging this man, I crush his back and throw him to catch the next spear thrust.
"Hold on Einervaene..." I spit as I put my guard up. Lightning flashes again, showing off the visage of a man leaping with his speartip right up against my visor. The ancient Jhermonikra plate catches it for the most part, but the fine point still reaches my eye. Losing more vision than I can afford to, I reach for and snap the man's neck, dropping him down as my mouth opens.
Ah...
"Dammit... Dammit!" I swear as I take off into the sky, only for a spear to lodge into my side. Falling with a disorienting crash, I am barely able to throw myself upright as my armour snags on whatever it wants. Rocks crumble under my mailed palm and I rise to face the encroaching assassins in the dark. Someone is after us, someone is after Einervaene.
"We have the gold!" one of them declares as I stomp my covered foot out into the open. The divine ore on it almost pulsing in understanding before the sky opens up again. Unfortunately, it seems I am where I do not want to be. My body locks up as sparks course throughout me with unintentional malice.
Yet, no one comes in for the kill as shocks continue to be strong enough to be seen.
Screaming through the volts, I barrel straight towards where I know one of them is. Running him through with my magic, I go on towards another and smack him aside with as much strength as I can muster. My other hand pulsing with magic as I try to keep the number of ways I can be attacked from to a minimum. It's not enough and a spear nearly runs me through from behind, only barely be deflected by the magic in my suit.
Twisting to them, I unload my palm right their way, desecrating the landscape with a vortex of emerald. Flying into the sky with a trail of orbs following me, I drop what I can before crashing onto the highest piece of land I can. Lightning strikes again and many are still here that need to be dealt with. Holding back my next growl, I leap for the most eager amongst them and kill him with the impact onto the ground.
Kicking for the closest shield, they slide away as the blow is absorbed, the steam of my breath clouding the distance. Parrying the next blow, I continue to back up until I find myself surrounded. Their shields bang with precise movements and I glance up at the disturbed dark. Roaring in anger, I bring up all the magic I can to isolate the leapers.
Grabbing two, I slam one into the shredding winds and toss the other at another. Grabbing him again, my hands become warmer as a pair of crushed helms slip from my grip. My armour scrapes again as precise spells try to unbalance me. Opening up my magic by weakening it enough, I choke the one I am able to lay my hands on.
"You are starting to annoy me, Assassins." I complain as a weak grip tries to cut me through the gaps in my armour. Throwing the body down, I toss another bomb into the night, sending a good few into the air screaming. I buckle as heavier magics assault my person, forcing me to a knee just to ensure proper coverage of my weak points. Someone slips through the attacks, intent on running me through.
I look towards the magic on the ground and smirk as my thumb twitches...
"Good choice." I praise insincerely as he unknowingly sets of the mine I hastily made. The fresh cripple roars on the flight away and I run with all I have. I can't be asked to vault or show athleticism, I need to get to Einervaene!
"You shall die this night, Goldfoot." an assassin speaks as he catches up to me with several of his cohorts.
"No..." I answer with my bloody mouth spitting out what it can as a limp makes me stumble slightly. The sky breaks the darkness once again and I nod as my memory assures me that they are becoming lesser in number. My armour speaks with groans and scrapes as I put my guard up once again.