Valter checked his aim on the dozen heavy cannons lined up in the rope-building. Blood spattered on his armor and the ground. The bodies searched and tossed into a corner.

The wind rose behind him as he looked through a slit window at the ships below.

Desari passed through the hole they’d made in the roof and landed behind him.

“I was able to get three more buildings,” She said.

“Okay,” Valter said. Ships were starting to react to the noise outside Demon’s Rest.

A rowboat emerged from the fog. People waving their hands and yelling though Valter could only guess what they were saying. The docked ships too far to hear.

A building turned into flying wood, the noise reaching them seconds later.

Valter’s armor acted, using its stored spell on the ropes attached to the tower.

Thermal bursts detonated where the ropes attached with the tower, they fell down, the weight and momentum of the ropes pulling them outwards, they crashed through buildings, slapped ships, breaking some, getting trapped in other’s rigging.

It was like a split reality, Valter watching everything, the other part of him tore off roofing tiles and jumped into the tower using a blast to blow back a group in the stairwell, killing them. He kicked up a sword into his hand to meet two more down the stiars. He continued to carve his path downwards, people were rushing in every direction. The gear and opulence on the higher levels a step above.

Valter triggered thermal blast at anything that looked structural.

The building groaned as spells lashed out at Valter’s armor, hurling him across the room, he continued blasting the structure. There were too many fighters and they were all strong. He needed to disrupt as much as possible. A woman with twin blades charged him as he picked himself up. She was thrown back by a thermal blast but jumped through the after effect to fight him.

Valter met her sword for sword, moving his armor towards the part of the building that was holding up the rest of the broken sections.

Valter’s blood and flesh jumped up onto the roof of the building, cutting the rope away from the top and lashing himself into the bracing.

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She stabbed a blade through his neck with a look of victory. Valter’s armor let its legs go deadweight and sliced at her, cutting her from rib to hip.

“Your dead?” She coughed, holding her wound, her second sword up and on guard. “That was Rare armor.”

Valter threw his gauntlets out, grabbing onto the structural members, and turned, jumping out of the tower.

“Come here,” Valter gritted his teeth as he summoned his gear.

The ropes dug into his flesh and snapped like cracking whips. The rusted metal banding twisted. The wooden bracing cracked against the stone of the column as he was pulled forward.

Wood splintered out of the tower.

His gauntlets shot across the space while he felt the tower give in his connection.

Valter stored the gauntlets on his hands, the new ones encasing his hands.

The tower creaked, a third of it tipping ponderously forward, till inertia took over the whole thing toppling.

Valter’s armor jumped off of the building and Valter summoned it again, the armor shooting towards him.

The top of the tower hit the docks. They rippled out like the water they were on. Sections cracking and breaking up.

Cannons in the buildings around the cove fired.

Valter’s armor arrived, He picked himself out of the bracing, switching Mithril for Dimantium and dropping into the building.

He yanked on the tackle to bring the ports open as he fell through with a single hand.

They snapped open as he grabbed the larger rope for the gun carriage tackle and hauled on it. All dozen cannons shifting forward out of their ports.

Desari snapped her fingers, flames appeared over the cannons.

Valter dropped the rope as they dropped to the flash pan.

They fired as one. Desari moving past him, holding out a hand, the wall of the building parted for her as she stepped out and dropped away. Valter ran out after her, the wind grabbed at him and orientated his feet towards the water as he tried not to look at the water or the column so close he could touch it and how fast he was moving.

He readied a thermal blast as cold wrapped around his legs and he dropped into a pillar of water, his speed slowing as he was guided to the platfrom Desari had made.

He landed with little impact, the pillar of water collapsing behind him like the tower had.

Desari pressed her hand to the spell she’d cut into the pillar.

The sky darkened as the wind picked up. Lightning darted down from above as a funnel started to form.

Valter smelled burning on the air. He looked around the column. Fire was spreading from the right side of the wooden island from a dozen sources.

Desari took out cores and put them into key locations around the spell form. A wave of her hand and the carvings were covered over in stone.

“We should get moving,” Desari said, taking out Rezzie.

Valter called out Ignus as well and got onto his back. “Looks like Petor and Mya have raised their own hell.”

Desari sat on Rezzie’s back, the stone protrusions carved off of the column and disappeared, no sign of them being there.

“Well, Famine and Death have to put in a good showing.” Desari turned away from the column, moving deeper into the fog. “I bet they’re going to be competing for who can create the most amount of destruction.”

“Definitely,” Valter rode after her.