Guinevere’s blade lit with pale white light; it was as if a silver dawn had crested the horizon. She swung down and the air around the blade hummed with power. Mordred barely avoided the strike and stabbed out with his spear in a retaliatory strike.
“Mirror Block!” Guinevere said.
Feedback damage ran up Mordred’s arm. She could see if stiffen but he gave no sign of feeling the pain. Disappearing Guinevere’s ability Battle Insight let her predict his next action and she swept her blade around as she spun deflecting the attack towards her back. Mordred steeped back and hundreds of stone spearheads spun around her then stabbed in from all directions.
Guinevere planted her feet. “Stand your Ground!” she said activating one her most potent abilities.
Her sword hummed with the power of Royal Blade as it moved about her parrying and deflecting the spearheads five at a time with each sharp fluid movement.
“Chain Lightning,” Mordred said.
Azure lightning shot from his right hand and a pale silver light shot from a weapon on his shoulder. Guinevere felt sweat run down her brow, but she didn’t falter. This sort of fight was what she had been trained for since she was ten.
--
Try as I might, I couldn’t get through her defenses with my attacks. Her party were huddled up together now, but I couldn’t’ rely on them keeping Guinevere distracted forever. I needed to use something she hadn’t seen before and wouldn’t expect.
I lunged forward with my spear. Guinevere deflected the attack of course and I rolled under her counterattack. Using the motion and the chaos of battle I held my palm against the ground for half a second.
“Hell-Dragon’s Armory,” I whispered.
I’d gotten much better and faster at using that ability. The ground for fifteen feet around me hardened into a single dark piece of stone. It also flowed up around Guinevere’s feet locking them in place. She looked down and tried to shift her weight, but she was stuck fast.
I lunged for her again. She deflected my attack again, but she’d lost some of her grace as she was no longer able to shift any of her weight on her feet.
“I see your full of tricks,” Guinevere said. “But you’re still not good enough to pierce through my defense.”
“I was thinking more about crushing it,” I said as I dropped all my stone spearheads I was controlling and lifted a piece of stone and earth the size of house from the ground.
Guinevere looked up at the stone and at her feet. I couldn’t see much of her face behind her helmet, but her eyes flashed. Whether it was with appreciation at my tactic or anger I couldn’t tell.
“Its not over tell it’s over,” she said and began hacking down at the stone encasing her feet.
She might be able to survive this, Karnen said.
I hope so, I replied. I’m really enjoying this fight.
--
Hattel looked out at the battle and saw how the Camelot princess had held out against the Warlord. Her party had been disappointing but she herself had been a wonder to behold. But now she was beaten as the massive boulder loomed over her. Looking to his brother, Hattel gave a nod before removing the javelin from its canvas wrapping.
Spear of the Underworld (Artifact I): This spear consumes a charge to open a chasm a hundred and fifty feet wide and two miles deep. All creatures in the area are caught in a gravitational pull strongest at its center preventing them from trying to escape and disabling teleportation abilities for its duration. The chasm closes after one minute crushing and trapping all creatures in its affect beneath the earth.
If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.
Made by the system as a reward for a champion who completed a quest for them.
Charges Remaining:
1
Hattel ran forward, the other champions looking towards him with surprise. One of the Dragonbreakers spotted him and also ran forward keeping a distance from the Warlord and heroes he was fighting. Hattel threw the javelin into the air as he focused on the Warlord. The javelin flew straight up, it climbed higher and higher into the air rising far higher than he could have possibly thrown it. Then it arced down homing in on the spot the Warlord was standing. Plunging down it speed increases faster and faster. A dark orb appearing next to the Warlord, it started to drag everything in its vicinity towards it as it grew larger and larger.
--
The shadow from the massive boulder above cast everything into darkness. I lifted it above Guinevere, and she stood firm. She didn’t beg for her life or rail against unfairness or anything but steadily hacked at the stone chipping away at it like a jackhammer.
“I appreciate your stoicism,” I said.
“I won’t beg for my life, even if you kill me here now eventually, you’ll be beaten. There are more people like me out there who won’t rest until people like you are dead,” Guinevere said.
“By the time I meet those other people I’ll be even more powerful than now,” I said with a shrug.
A black orb the size of a pool ball appeared next to me. I looked at it then to Guinevere who looked at it then to me.
“Not one of yours then?” I asked.
“No,” Guinevere said.
I felt a force start to pull at me. The boulder above me shattered. I suspended the fragments in the air as the dust rained down and something hit the ground. The earth heaved under my feet. I tossed the stone fragments to the side. I looked out to see the ground for about a hundred feet in all directions was starting to crack and crumble.
When I tried to teleport to the edge, I felt something block my attempt. I took a step and felt the force being applied to me magnify pulling me back towards the black orb. It was growing larger and larger with every passing moment.
The ground cracked under my feet. The stone bindings holding Guinevere in place cracked and she yanked fer armored feet clear. I could tell she wanted to fight me but we both had bigger problems than fighting each other at the moment to deal with.
The ground gave way beneath us, and we plummeted down. I still couldn’t teleport and pushed off a section of rock.
“Hell’s Talons,” I said.
Stabbing my claws into the walls I tried to slow my descent, but the gravitational force pulled me down. My claws sparked against the stone and caused dust to rain down but did nothing to slow my descent. I saw Guinevere and her party fall past the mage in their group looked to be doing something to slow their fall, but I had to find my own method for survival.
More and more people fell past me as I kicked off boulders trying to swim against the force of gravity. A group of Lunaren soldiers, some Camelot knights and Dragon Clan Warriors all fell past screaming in terror. Maybe Guinevere and her party would be able to help them, but I had no time to rescue my enemies.
A boulder the size of a bathtub hit me in the chest knocking me back and I spun end over end in the air for a while before managing to kick off another rock and right myself. I saw Ormias, one of Jeriah’s brothers, fall past. Pushing off the wall I landed on a boulder riding it down.
I held out my spear to Ormias.
“Grab hold!” I yelled.
He grabbed on and I pulled him up onto the boulder. Than another rock bounced off the wall and hit me like a speeding truck. I was flung off the boulder I’d been riding and started bouncing like a pinball. A rock hit me up under the jaw snapping the leather strap for my helmet and I lost it somewhere in the rain of rocks. Looking up I couldn’t even see the sky anymore. Another rock hit me in the head, then another and another. I felt my ability to teleport return again.
There was no way to make it back up this hole but there might be a way to land without killing myself. Looking down I saw the ground quickly approaching. I’d have to time this just right. I took a deep breath and waited, my wrathful meditation letting me ignore the pain of boulders pelting off of me.
One second passed, then another and another. I spotted a wide tunnel opening near the pile of rocks at the bottom. I teleported appearing inside the tunnel. I still had all the momentum from my falling, and I ran head first into a wall. One of my mutations I’d gotten made resistant to getting knocked out from blows to the head, however even it couldn’t deal with a crash going over seventy miles per hour into a wall of granite. My mind blacked out as I lay on the cold unrelenting stone.