Its jagged carcass armor began to mold over its wound like a beetle creating a new shell.
Everything we had thrown at it had led to this.
I looked back and saw the few remaining survivors on their hands and knees incapacitated by fear.
Robert rested over his great hammer in exhaustion.
Ronald stood dumbfounded, muddling with silent lips.
A stinging feeling, a feeling from my past returned to me.
It whispered its old ways into my ears….run away…save yourself.
You are not enough....you never will be...She was right about you...
I wouldn't run.
There was no turning back now.
Regaining my composure, I stood up, daggers drawn, and faced the beast.
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With a bellow it threw its monstrous arm in the air…then it stopped, was it the poison?
No, its armor began to bubble, and energy from within was rising up in the beast. Energy that confused the beast.
RUN!
A shout from Ronald shook me out of my trance and had me sprinting back.
Blisters of boiling energy rose from all over the beast, ballooning up to a size that was unfathomable.
The thing was about to blow.
Realizing this, the beast began to run toward us.
This damn beast had decided to take us with it.
Before I could act,
A spark of lighting struck the beast, and then another, followed by another. A chain of lighting rushed through the mountain path with a tremendous force rivaling that of the strongest storms.
The thunder crackled and boomed, its echoes deafening every other sound, swallowing sound itself.
It was Ronald, the muttering, the lips moving, were chants being recited.
Each blow of lighting pushed the beast further and further away, until its feet became infused with the ground, scolded in place.
Mages, gather your wits and place up barriers now!
Yelled, an exhausted Robert.
The scattered and distraught mages gathered up whatever will to live they had left, and threw up several barriers of energy between them and the beast.
I hoped it was enough.
Tick
Tock
Boom.