Taking a deep breath, Sam nodded at Manarox, and charged. With giant reaping blows of his hammer, Sam took out aliens by the dozen, pulping them with ease. They tried to block him with their sheer weight of numbers, but he was too powerful for even a dozen of them to hold him back. In addition, Manarox and the rest of the Grakoth fighters joined in a moment later, crashing into the front lines of the enemy array a moment later.
Sam fought side by side with a pair of burly Grakoth men, and they briefly fought as a unit for a few seconds, tearing their way through a group of elites that were standing in the way of the larger part of the army. Sam weaved around their strikes, parrying them with ease, and used his hands and feet to break up their motions, leaving them vulnerable to his strikes.
With quick and efficient swipes of his hammer, he killed them in a matter of seconds, with the other Grakoth seeing far less success. Manarox was busy sending his signature waves of red energy through the bodies of the foes, and bisected corpses dropped like rain everywhere that the man went. The ground beneath the battle was rapidly being turned into an apocalyptic morass of shattered stone and viscera, with the bloodied corpses of the fallen mingling with their lifeblood as it trickled down the streets.
The sheer strength of some of the fighters meant that every time they stamped the ground in preparation for an attack, or simply to brace for impact, the stone underneath them shattered into a million pieces, leaving a gaping hole in the earth. Sam was a bit better at controlling his strength than most, and he managed to avoid this, but he still felt that the ground beneath him was too weak to properly stand up to any sort of powerful physical assault.
As the battle raged on, Sam started to work on his more powerful abilities, teleporting around every now and again to spread carnage through the enemy ranks. He was too fast for any sort of retaliation to be effective, and where he went, blood flowed like water. When he realized that the numbers were still too large, he pulled out all the stops.
As Manarox sent scything blows from his sword into the army and the weaker Grakoth fought in hand to hand combat against the aliens, Sam teleported up fifty feet into the air and started to summon his projectile attacks to his hands. He clipped Mjolnir onto his belt as he fell and then threw the bolts of energy towards the back of the enemy lines. A few mages started to summon up a half hearted shield, but there was too little time for it to be completed, and the twin spears of earth crashed through the still forming barricade, barely slowing as they cracked the matrix of light into shards. As those shards dissipated into the air, they landed, sending up twin explosions of light.
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When the dust cleared, two craters marred the cobblestones, and hundreds of aliens were dead, having been blasted apart by the power of Sam’s skills. Near the epicenter of the attacks, there was nothing left save for a slurry of blood and bone.
Sam fell to the ground and for a brief moment, the battlefield paused as he descended like some angel of death, his body still glowing with the aftereffects of his skill. As he fell, he extended out his aura to its fullest, empowering his allies and striking fear into the heart of his enemies. Landing in a crouch, he surged forwards, his hammer held high. Roaring in exultation, he brought it down, sending off a sharp retort as he mingled some Dao energy with the tip of his weapon, causing it to explode when it struck the ground. A small dome of reddish light sent broken bodies twisting away. This battle was almost trivial to a person on Sam’s level. When would he be able to face somebody who was a match for him?
As if to answer his question, a bolt of coruscating lightning surged out of the darkness of the portal control room, and struck him, its fulminating embrace playing across his armor. His joints seized up, but he managed to power through the attack, using his Dao to keep himself moving. The enemy ranks parted like water as a hulking brute strode out of the central area of the fort, breathing heavily. Almost fifteen feet tall, it looked nothing more than a grotesquely twisted lump of muscles and flesh. Crystals floated around its head, crackling with power, no doubt the source of the lightning that had struck Sam. It exuded the aura of one of the twisted Dao abominations, but at an even more powerful level. This monster might actually be a match for him.
The creature started to lumber forwards, picking up speed as it ran, and the crystals hovering in the air around it began to whirl faster and faster, building up a charge. As it neared Sam, the lightning started to discharge, and bolts flickered out into the air, trying to reach Sam. He drew Mjolnir and started to deflect the bolts, drawing some of their energy into his hammer. With a roar, he threw his weapon towards the monster. Bolts of lightning flashed out in every direction from the overcharged weapon, turning the ground where they struck to molten rock for a few moments.
It slammed into the monster’s gut like a wrecking ball, sending its deadly charge into its flesh. The creature took a step backwards, its flesh blackening, but that was all. It reached out and grabbed the hammer, and tossed it back at Sam with double the force that he had sent it at. Sam ducked instinctively as the weapon came his way, and it bowled through the Grakoth behind him, killing a few. Cursing, Sam edged backwards towards his weapon. Whatever this thing was, it was strong.