Adurhast gathered the blue energy into his wrist. The substance flew down his palm, and through his fingertips and blasted outward. The pulse of energy flew through the trees before smashing itself into one of the pursuers, knocking him off his snowmobile. His companions, unfazed at their fallen, continued to pursue. Black snowmobiles giving chase to Adurhast's own bronze snowmobile. The Knights of the Gold Grove would not stop until they had captured or killed him and retrieved what was stolen.
Adurhast hands clenched the handlebars as the mobile sped up, engine revving, as it swooshed through snow. He focused ahead as to weave through the forest, unraveling itself like a scroll where the letters were deadly tree trunks, brambles, and large stones. Passing a woodpile, the path opened wide. He made a quick second glance behind him to see the knights in a widespread. They were catching up gradually, they knew these woods well. He considered blasting another with a bolt of energy but was waiting for the right moment as not to lose control and crash.
A few quick glances back, and he turned in front of him only to swoosh right just in time before crashing into a lone woodcutter, who gave a loud cry and dropped the bundle. Ahead of him were more woodpiles. Adhurhast drew in the energy to his palm once more, and in the spare few seconds before passing the woodpiles, he extended out his arm and released the bolt. It crashed into the woodpile. Logs flew everywhere, but more important to him, in the direct path of the pursuing knights. Two of them went flying off their snowmobiles as they ran into the scattered debris.
Adurhast steered through the path around more trees, then flew over a small bank before resettling on the snowy hill. He quickly glanced behind him. Three. Three knights left pursing. He could deal with the three.
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Adurhast released the clutch slowly as the snowmobile slowed before stopping dead next to two large pines. He climbed off and ran in the opposite direction into a path where the trees were skinnier trunks and left open rows of space. The remaining Knights of the Golden Grove flew by, before slowing down and reversing. This gave him enough time to gather his remaining energy into both of his hands. It glowed not blue but an intense green this time, and he aimed it not behind but directly in front of him. As the Knights raced towards him, one from the left, one on the right, and one directly in front of him.
The energy flared through both arms, giving an intense light. Then he released. Beams of light radiated out of his left and right arms, large arrows of green fire flew through the trees missing the trunks and connecting perfectly with their targets. The two knights were hit by the great bolts, flying off their mounts into the snow dead, before Adurhast brought the energy in towards the center of his chest. Then released a third bolt. The third went screaming through the air and blew the last knight off his snowmobile, like a finger flicking off a mosquito. He landed dead. The snowmobiles continued as one collided into a tree as the other spun around before stopping.
Admurhast breathed hard, the cold air entering his lungs. It had worked, he had escaped unharmed. Opening the robe, he pulled out the vial. The liquid oozed from one end to the other. The Golden Lifesap, he thought. It had not been easy, but it was his. Now he had to find a way out of this dimension back to his home world. He had the spell for the portal but had spent all his energies on the escape.
Rest. He would sit here and rest until restored. Then he would figure his way out.