The jar shattered against the wall. As the glass fell to the floor, a burst of air shot out and quickly enveloped the room in a maelstrom. It started with a howling wind that picked up dirt, debris, books, scrolls, instruments, and random pieces of furniture. Calista took cover behind a pillar as she saw Severin and Narene duck down against the wall to shield themselves from the onslaught. Metal whined and snapped as Lefty’s cage was ripped out of the ceiling and tossed across the room. She tried to look where it had crashed, but a spinning planet blocked her view.
This is my chance. Gripping the dagger, she dashed across toward the robed figure of Severin. As the wind raged around her, she could see him huddled against the wall with his hands over his head. The last and only time she had ever attacked another player, she had dropped him to negative hit points with one blow. This will be quick. I just have to make it a few more feet. She had never felt this angry before. The lies. The deceit. The betrayal. Two more steps. She raised the dagger as she prepared to strike.
Then a hand struck out and grabbed her by the wrist. It was the medusa, Narene. Calista twisted against her just as Narene’s eyes began to glow. She shut her eyes just in time. Dropping the dagger from one hand to the other, she gripped it and jabbed. Miss. So she took a step back and swung the blade in a tight arc. This time she felt it catch on her foe’s toga, so she jabbed again, and this time the blade bit flesh. A hiss of anger and pain answered and so Calista pulled the blade back and stabbed again and then her arm was free.
Reaching with her open hand, she grabbed the medusa’s face and she did her best to cover the woman’s eyes as she opened her own and trained them on the floor. Then, grabbing the wounded woman by the arm, she spun her around and pinned her to the wall. However, before she could slit the medusa’s throat, a metal gauntlet grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground.
She kicked, punched, and stabbed at the guard’s plate armor, but all she managed to do was dent her dagger and hurt her hand as the knight carried her across the room. Then lightning. A forked bolt of electricity ripped through the air and struck her assailant in the helmet. The knight stiffened as the current rippled through his body, skipped her, and ran down to the floor. Thank the Lady for game physics.
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The wind howling, she landed on the floor and suddenly a scared man in blue robes was standing over her and yelling. “Get up! Get up! We have to go!” The mage pulled her to her feet. “If we don’t get out of here, we’re both going to end up dead you crazy bitch!”
The windstorm was so strong now it was turning the planetarium and ripping the bookshelves off the walls. She sidestepped a chair as it rolled past and ducked as a bottle of something green whipped past her face.
“What is happening?” Lefty cried.
“I threw something at them. I think it was an elemental,” she said.
“How did you throw an elemental?”
“It was in a jar.”
“Why is it that when you answer a question, it never makes me feel any better?”
“I don’t know!”
They stumbled across the room as glass, metal, rocks, dirt, paper, and bits of wood and metal all flew through the air. Then, as they neared the door, they heard the roar of thunder and a blast of fire.
“What’s happening? I’m afraid to look!” She cried.
The mage glanced over his shoulder. “They’re fighting the elemental. Apparently, he wasn’t any happier about being imprisoned here than we were.”
“What about Severin?” She asked.
Lefty kept pulling her forward. “The elemental went straight for him, I think. The knights have recovered though, so we only have a few moments.”
As the wind ripped at her clothing, she realized had no idea which way they were going. A huge planet rolled over their heads, a dozen moons spinning in orbit. Then a roar of thunder as a flash of lightning lit up the room. A moment later something shattered as thousands of glass shards joined the wind storm. Then a chair struck her in the back and knocked her down.
Lefty reached down and grabbed her, “We’re almost there!”
A book struck her shoulder as she stood. A beaker and an abacus struck narrowly missed her head as she broke into a run. Then a shelf struck the wall and shattered into splinters just as they reached the door. Grabbing the handle, Lefty wrenched it open and they were through.