The Elfbone Extraction [M]

[King Axorn]

Axorn dashed forward towards the museum, noticing that the others had already done so. Halfway to the museum, he jumped into the air and flew on a upward slant, heading for the airspace above the museum. He then surveyed the seen below him. Two of the thieves had broken in through the glass and one of them was caught in a bear trap, cursing as he tried to remove it. One of them had rotten, battle-worn armor seemingly fused to his body with part of the mans skeleton showing. The other had Axorn pulled out his sword, Dragonsbane, from it's sheath and aimed towards a small gap in the rotten one's armor while the two were distracted with the bear trap. He pulled the trigger and fired, but, not having fought in a while, the recoil overwhelmed him and pushed him back in the air, causing the crystal bullet to miss and hit an armor plate causing and bounce off, creating a small dent where the sharp tip hit. The crystal fell harmlessly to the ground next to Okor's foot and bounced a few times creating a clinking sound before it came to a stop.

"Crap." Axorn said as Okor looked up and saw him flying in the air.

"What!?" Okor said. "Is this it? One measly little .... creature? This should be .... fun."

Okor aimed his bolter towards Axorn and fired.

Axorn quickly zipped to the right, dodging the radioactive bolt that spiked through the air, propelled by the launching force of the gun.

All of a sudden a bolt of white-hot plasma zipped into Axorn's shoulder, causing him to be pushed back a little bit. The heat from the plasma did absolutely nothing while the impact still caused a small bit of damage. Axorn quickly turned to Galel, seeing as he was in the direction where the shot came from to see him holding a plasma pistol.

Well, now I know this one's an idiot. Axorn thought. I mean seriously, using fire on a draconian? Come on! If this is all he has for ranged weapons I should be fine... I still need to pay attention to the other one though.

"Two against one? Come on, don't you guys know how to fight fair?" Axorn said, smirking as he dove and avoided another irradiated bolt zipping past him.

"Seeing as you're by yourself it would be highly unlikely for you to win this battle." said Galel, firing another shot directly at Axorn as he dodged a bolt and hitting him, once again the impact knocking him back a little bit but the heat doing seemingly nothing. You may as well give up.

"Give up!? I don't know the expression!"

Axorn fired another crystal, this time hitting home, wedging itself in between plates in Okor's armor.

Axorn then sat there, up in the air, concentrating, despite wincing and cringing from being hit with an irradiated bolt and being knocked back by a plasma shot, as he had been trained to do, when suddenly, the crystal stuck in Okor's armor glowed and set off a small explosion of fire, scorching his armor and the rotten skin underneath. Okor showed no sign of being hurt, seeing as he felt no pain.

Alright, Axorn thought, swerving out of the way of more bullets from both sides as he darted towards the roof of the museum. Time to up the ante a little bit.

Axorn landed on the top floor of the museum but ended up taking another hit from Okor as punishment, causing him to writhe in pain for a few seconds while taking steps towards the two. Smoke started curling out of his nostrils as he held his sword ready in a battle stance in front of him before letting loose a burst of volcanic-strength fire straight towards Okor.