As he tossed the Uthraki shades around, he headed towards the side of the wall, not wanting to linger here any longer than necessary. He stole a glance at the interior of the castle, trying to plot a course. The castle seemed to be organized solely to rebuff an attack, and the courtyard was lined with rows of soldiers, with a few of the more intelligent leaders standing with them. Ballistas and other weaponry lay there, ready to strike any intruders.
The very center of the castle was taken up by a large tower, and Jonathan could faintly see a throne through the open door. A larger figure sat on that throne, veiled in shadow. As he watched, tendrils of wind started to whip around the courtyard, signaling Edgar’s arrival. The soldiers seemed to be confused by the attacks more than anything else, and an uneasy murmur of stamping feet rose up.
Jonathan finished up with his own set of enemies, tossing them over the wall one by one, and then leaped from the battlements, landing in the courtyard. His fists blazed with the power of his element, and he seemed ready for anything.
The ranks upon ranks of soldiers stiffened as he landed, and began to murmur uneasily, strange noises coming from their mouths. Behind them, their leaders gripped their weapons tightly, bellowing orders to their less intelligent brethren.
The ballistas and other larger weaponry started to fire, loosing their loads at Jonathan. The projectiles moved at high speeds, far higher than any normal ballista or trebuchet would. That was because they were made of higher tier materials, and the draw weight was far higher. It also made dodging them a lot harder.
Jonathan managed however, and as he batted massive bolts of stone out of the air, he strode forwards, selecting his target. With a smile, he sent his stamina rushing to his legs and flashed forwards, driving his fist into the enemies nearest to him. A small explosion of purple blasted the soldier to dust, and turned the nearest dozen soldiers into splatters of gore. As expected, their armor and weapons turned to ash as they died. Then he was beset on all sides by the almost rabid beasts that seemed content to pretend to be human.
A dozen claw tipped fists came hurtling his way, screeching through the air. Their owners grimaced at him in the throes of a profound anger, their motions driven by their own lack of intelligence and rage at their situation.
Jonathan redirected the attack as they came in, moving so fast that he was able to individually do so. As fists were sent to the side faster than their owners could see, Jonathan tore into the monsters in their brief moment of defencelessness. His fists thudded home into a dozen torsos and heads in the blink of an eye, blasting the monsters backwards. They did not go especially far, given how many were packed behind them, but they still did significant damage.
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One of the more intelligent monsters bounded over the heads of their fellows, brandishing a massive broadsword. It brought the weapon down, screaming incoherently as it did so. The weapon blazed with dark energy, and it left a trail in the air behind it, as if it was corrupting the very nature of reality as it went. Jonathan punched upwards, sending the Void to his fists. The two attacks met, Void struggling against Darkness.
The rival energies only had a brief moment of stalemate, before Jonathan’s energy ripped through the paltry defenses of his enemy and blasted a hole in the monster’s head. With nerveless hands dropping its sword, the monster slumped to the ground. Jonathan kept the energy pumping into his fists and started to fight in earnest, taking every advantage that he could find. The slightest lack of skill on an enemy’s part led to their immediate death at his hands.
Jonathan slaughtered his way towards the center of the castle, leaving a trail of broken bodies in his wake. Those who had taken his full power were gone, save for smears of ash on the ground. On the far wall, Edgar fired his wind bolts down into the fray, distracting and injuring the monsters there. As Jonathan butchered a bloody path through the creatures, Edgar kept them from overwhelming him. Soon there was nothing left in the courtyard, save for the silence of death.
Jonathan shook himself to get some of the brackish blood that the monster had been filled with off, and walked towards the throne room that he had spotted earlier. As he moved, there was a creak of metal on stone, and the figure sitting on the throne rose.
Easily twenty feet tall, and clad in thick plate armor, the fighter wielded a sword that was more than twice Jonathan’s height. Its armor was covered in an ornate motif, depicting the triumph of darkness over light. This was hardly the place to admire it however. One thing that Jonathan noted was that the helmet was open, revealing a potential weak spot.
“So you wish to challenge me for my throne?” The monster asked, its muscles swelling and contracting as it lifted its blade. “I accept!”
With a bestial howl, the king threw himself towards Jonathan, breaking the door to his throne room in the process. Jonathan let out a roar of his own and sprinted towards his foe, eager to test himself against an opponent who would not simply die in a single hit.
Edgar cast his buff skills on Jonathan as he charged, and watched, knowing that his ally would wish to fight the boss on his own. It was rare that Jonathan found a fight that was worthy of his skills. This seemed like it would be one of them. He was eager to see how this would pan out.