01-05-2018, 07:28 AM
Skeletons...
By the gods, he hated skeletons. Undead, mostly consumed corpses, fueled by magic, and nigh unkillable to top it all off. Little could truly stop them; given time, they would rebuild themselves. A sharp breath escaped out through his nose, and his eyes quickly darted around the library. It was all stone, and there was little ventilation, save for a few windows. His power was useless here. The fallen, terrified figure of Ebony flashed through his periphery, pressed against a wall, soot and the ashen remains of one skeletal warrior surrounding her. His eyes flicked back over to the next four fleshless demons that had stumbled out of the book, with more undoubtedly on the way. He didn’t have much time to clean all this up.
Here, in this stony prison, there were no storms to call upon, no wind he could summon up to topple them. The only tools he had were his own two hands, and the limited spells he could generate by himself. Those were his only weapons against a growing horde immortal, nigh unstoppable warriors. A wicked grin crossed his face, and the air around him stirred vaguely to life. He quickly set up a regeneration spell, something that would heal the wounds as they came and let him attack with every ounce of power and fury in his body.
Summer surged forward, falling upon the first of four skeletons, one that had been focused on Ebony, its back turned to him. Bones clattered as the animate dead slammed against the ground, driven into the stone by the storm spirit. The harsh impact rattled his body; bare bones were not a soft thing to land on, but the moment they appeared, all the little bruises created by that fall vanished, healed away by his spell. He swiftly pushed up to his knees and, looming over the fallen undead, he raised his right fist up. With a single, powerful strike, his fist crashed down, annihilating the spine. The bones in his hand splintered and cracked, and shards of spine cut at his skin, but all was healed up in an instant.
As the beast scrabbled helplessly beneath him, his unscathed fist closed around its sternum, and his other hand grabbed hold of its neck. More bone shattered as he tore its rib cage through its spine, and hurled its severed upper half to the other side of the library. The storm spirit sprang to his feet again, just in time to catch glimpse of another shambling undead fling itself towards him. It’s skeletal fingers swiped at him, tearing a bloody gorge through his face, which healed right back up in an instant. Summer took full advantage of its gaffe, left hand grabbing its neck and right grabbing its swinging arm. One hand effortlessly ripped the arm clean off, and the other crushed the spine with little strain.
The skeleton fell still, and Summer sprang right into action, towards the next in line. He only had half the healing potential he started with, but that didn’t matter, there were only two.... His eyes flicked over to the book.
Correction. Five left. In the time it’d taken him to kill those two, three more had descended onto the material plane. He sighed heavily. Honestly, it shouldn’t have taken him that long to kill two skeletons, but if they were popping up faster than he could dispose of them....
“Sonny...” he muttered.
“I’m on it~” his other half sang. Misty light poured out of their shared body, quickly coalescing and forming the sun spirit’s body. A smug smile adorned Sonny’s face, even as one of the newly-formed skeleton’s swords descended upon his unguarded shoulder. The steel simply bounced off his being, leaving him unharmed. “Just give me a few minutes and all this will be contained.”
“We don’t have a few minutes...” Summer growled, storming forward and tearing the next undead asunder.
“We always have a few minutes when I’m here,” Sonny stated, the air stirring around him as he began to weave a neutralizing spell.
“We have a few minutes he says as we’ve got eighty fucking skeletons knocking on our door!” He mocked at first, then yelled gesturing to the horde of undead that had grown by three more since Sonny had appeared. Two of which wailed on the sun spirit, an act which he didn’t seem to notice.
“So?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at his other half.
“So?” Summer reiterated, his voice as scathing as he could make it. “I’ve gotta kill all of these motherfuckers before they fuck up literally everything.”
“Yeah...” Sonny mumbled. “That sounds like a personal problem. Good luck!” he cheered, closing his eyes as he continued to weave his magic.
You fuckin....” Summer muttered half a threat to himself as he turned away from his other half.
“S-Summer?” Ebony’s hesitant voice called out. At this point, she was obviously too terrified to fight back. The young mage was slowly being hauled out of the library, hoisted above the shoulders of three skeletons, a fourth trailing along behind them, pointing its scimitar towards anything that moved. Fortunately, all the weird little kappa things scurried out of the way soon as a blade turned towards them, so there were no unnecessary casualties.
Summer huffed, electrical power welling up inside of him. He trailed behind, eying up the group. He should have been able to hit at least two of the undead beasts if his calculations were correct. Two of the ones carrying Eb lined up as they traipsed down the hallway. If he was lucky or timed his strike right, he could get a third too. That third being the one that wandered too and fro, threatening anything that even dared to look at the formation funny. Thankfully, his lightning was immediate and devastating.
The storm spirit clenched his fist, holding on to the charge, watching, waiting. That last damnable undead wandered behind the group, towards a kappa pressed terrified against one of the walls, and he grinned. His right hand shot up.
KRA-KOW
A bolt of radiant electricity sparked down the corridor, piercing through three bodies. A tremendous, echoing explosion shook the very foundation of the castle, and a brilliant flash enveloped everything in sight. Devastating, burning pain consumed Summer’s arm, overpowering his healing spell and leaving it numb. The deafened, blinded spirit surged forward nonetheless, confident in his ability to run straight in spite of his disability. His senses quickly cleared up, and he quickly found himself just about atop the last standing skeleton, the rest having been blasted to kingdom come. Miscellaneous bones and bone dust were now strewn about the empty corridor, though rattling faintly, as though the three annihilated undead were still trying to put themselves back together.
Once more, lighting welled up in the spirit’s right arm as he thundered down the hall. The last skeleton rattled as it tried to maintain a hold on the terrified form of Ebony, barely able to hold her up. It took one, tottering step away as it tried to flee from the storming spirit.
CRACK
A brilliant flash and bang, weaker than the last flooded the corridor. Summer’s fist shot forward in an underhand punch, slamming against the skeleton’s spine. Lightning coursed through his already-burnt arm, scorching it further, and his hand shattered beneath the blow. His foe’s torso disintegrated beneath the strike, not only its spine, but its hips and a part of its ribs disappearing in one tremendous blow. In an instant, the monster’s vision had clear up again, just in time to marvel as his boney enemy ragdolled away, both halves flying in vaguely different directions. He leaped forward one last step, cupping his arms below the now-falling Ebony.
“So...” he said as he caught her, smiling. He stumbled forward a few more steps, right arm throbbing with immense pain. He swiftly regained his footing and straightened up. Though his arm still screamed against him holding her, he didn’t show it on his face. “Looks like they had a bone to pick with you.”
“Umeehhhh...” The young mage stammered something that sounded like a cross between to filler words, her face turning bright red. "Y-yeah?"
“Wanna help me finish them off?”
By the gods, he hated skeletons. Undead, mostly consumed corpses, fueled by magic, and nigh unkillable to top it all off. Little could truly stop them; given time, they would rebuild themselves. A sharp breath escaped out through his nose, and his eyes quickly darted around the library. It was all stone, and there was little ventilation, save for a few windows. His power was useless here. The fallen, terrified figure of Ebony flashed through his periphery, pressed against a wall, soot and the ashen remains of one skeletal warrior surrounding her. His eyes flicked back over to the next four fleshless demons that had stumbled out of the book, with more undoubtedly on the way. He didn’t have much time to clean all this up.
Here, in this stony prison, there were no storms to call upon, no wind he could summon up to topple them. The only tools he had were his own two hands, and the limited spells he could generate by himself. Those were his only weapons against a growing horde immortal, nigh unstoppable warriors. A wicked grin crossed his face, and the air around him stirred vaguely to life. He quickly set up a regeneration spell, something that would heal the wounds as they came and let him attack with every ounce of power and fury in his body.
Summer surged forward, falling upon the first of four skeletons, one that had been focused on Ebony, its back turned to him. Bones clattered as the animate dead slammed against the ground, driven into the stone by the storm spirit. The harsh impact rattled his body; bare bones were not a soft thing to land on, but the moment they appeared, all the little bruises created by that fall vanished, healed away by his spell. He swiftly pushed up to his knees and, looming over the fallen undead, he raised his right fist up. With a single, powerful strike, his fist crashed down, annihilating the spine. The bones in his hand splintered and cracked, and shards of spine cut at his skin, but all was healed up in an instant.
As the beast scrabbled helplessly beneath him, his unscathed fist closed around its sternum, and his other hand grabbed hold of its neck. More bone shattered as he tore its rib cage through its spine, and hurled its severed upper half to the other side of the library. The storm spirit sprang to his feet again, just in time to catch glimpse of another shambling undead fling itself towards him. It’s skeletal fingers swiped at him, tearing a bloody gorge through his face, which healed right back up in an instant. Summer took full advantage of its gaffe, left hand grabbing its neck and right grabbing its swinging arm. One hand effortlessly ripped the arm clean off, and the other crushed the spine with little strain.
The skeleton fell still, and Summer sprang right into action, towards the next in line. He only had half the healing potential he started with, but that didn’t matter, there were only two.... His eyes flicked over to the book.
Correction. Five left. In the time it’d taken him to kill those two, three more had descended onto the material plane. He sighed heavily. Honestly, it shouldn’t have taken him that long to kill two skeletons, but if they were popping up faster than he could dispose of them....
“Sonny...” he muttered.
“I’m on it~” his other half sang. Misty light poured out of their shared body, quickly coalescing and forming the sun spirit’s body. A smug smile adorned Sonny’s face, even as one of the newly-formed skeleton’s swords descended upon his unguarded shoulder. The steel simply bounced off his being, leaving him unharmed. “Just give me a few minutes and all this will be contained.”
“We don’t have a few minutes...” Summer growled, storming forward and tearing the next undead asunder.
“We always have a few minutes when I’m here,” Sonny stated, the air stirring around him as he began to weave a neutralizing spell.
“We have a few minutes he says as we’ve got eighty fucking skeletons knocking on our door!” He mocked at first, then yelled gesturing to the horde of undead that had grown by three more since Sonny had appeared. Two of which wailed on the sun spirit, an act which he didn’t seem to notice.
“So?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at his other half.
“So?” Summer reiterated, his voice as scathing as he could make it. “I’ve gotta kill all of these motherfuckers before they fuck up literally everything.”
“Yeah...” Sonny mumbled. “That sounds like a personal problem. Good luck!” he cheered, closing his eyes as he continued to weave his magic.
You fuckin....” Summer muttered half a threat to himself as he turned away from his other half.
“S-Summer?” Ebony’s hesitant voice called out. At this point, she was obviously too terrified to fight back. The young mage was slowly being hauled out of the library, hoisted above the shoulders of three skeletons, a fourth trailing along behind them, pointing its scimitar towards anything that moved. Fortunately, all the weird little kappa things scurried out of the way soon as a blade turned towards them, so there were no unnecessary casualties.
Summer huffed, electrical power welling up inside of him. He trailed behind, eying up the group. He should have been able to hit at least two of the undead beasts if his calculations were correct. Two of the ones carrying Eb lined up as they traipsed down the hallway. If he was lucky or timed his strike right, he could get a third too. That third being the one that wandered too and fro, threatening anything that even dared to look at the formation funny. Thankfully, his lightning was immediate and devastating.
The storm spirit clenched his fist, holding on to the charge, watching, waiting. That last damnable undead wandered behind the group, towards a kappa pressed terrified against one of the walls, and he grinned. His right hand shot up.
KRA-KOW
A bolt of radiant electricity sparked down the corridor, piercing through three bodies. A tremendous, echoing explosion shook the very foundation of the castle, and a brilliant flash enveloped everything in sight. Devastating, burning pain consumed Summer’s arm, overpowering his healing spell and leaving it numb. The deafened, blinded spirit surged forward nonetheless, confident in his ability to run straight in spite of his disability. His senses quickly cleared up, and he quickly found himself just about atop the last standing skeleton, the rest having been blasted to kingdom come. Miscellaneous bones and bone dust were now strewn about the empty corridor, though rattling faintly, as though the three annihilated undead were still trying to put themselves back together.
Once more, lighting welled up in the spirit’s right arm as he thundered down the hall. The last skeleton rattled as it tried to maintain a hold on the terrified form of Ebony, barely able to hold her up. It took one, tottering step away as it tried to flee from the storming spirit.
CRACK
A brilliant flash and bang, weaker than the last flooded the corridor. Summer’s fist shot forward in an underhand punch, slamming against the skeleton’s spine. Lightning coursed through his already-burnt arm, scorching it further, and his hand shattered beneath the blow. His foe’s torso disintegrated beneath the strike, not only its spine, but its hips and a part of its ribs disappearing in one tremendous blow. In an instant, the monster’s vision had clear up again, just in time to marvel as his boney enemy ragdolled away, both halves flying in vaguely different directions. He leaped forward one last step, cupping his arms below the now-falling Ebony.
“So...” he said as he caught her, smiling. He stumbled forward a few more steps, right arm throbbing with immense pain. He swiftly regained his footing and straightened up. Though his arm still screamed against him holding her, he didn’t show it on his face. “Looks like they had a bone to pick with you.”
“Umeehhhh...” The young mage stammered something that sounded like a cross between to filler words, her face turning bright red. "Y-yeah?"
“Wanna help me finish them off?”
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