02-17-2016, 05:01 PM
They were resting comfortably, Magus ever watchful of one of their flanks and Kopaka of the other. Link’s wounds had all but disappeared thanks to the ice-robot’s gift, and they remained somewhat… in flux.
None of them had really made a significant impact in the battle, and it seemed that they had much to face up against as things moved along. Still, it was interesting. How many people had demonized Magus? How many of them were people like the ones competing for supremacy here on this island?
If the booming announcements that regularly reverberated throughout the landscape were anything to go by, they were spilling blood and claiming lives left and right while he and his new allies explored the island without so much as a hurtful word.
Granted, some of it was opportunity. He wasn’t called ‘Fiendlord’ for nothing.
The weather had turned violent. Rain pelted the forest all around them whilst they took shelter beneath the thick shade of a mighty Amazonian tree. They would be fine and relatively dry there, and all they needed to do was wait out the storm. All that changed, however, when from the jagged flashes of light weaving spiders’ webs all along the sky, a bolt of lightning smashed into the tree right next to the Demon King, immolating the wood and hurling the Demon King to the ground.
He felt numb. It was a blessed relief, in a way, as but for a moment he couldn’t feel the oppressive heat of his body and of the forest all around him. He was vaguely aware that someone was clawing at him, moving him, but his eyes wouldn’t focus and the ringing in his ears drowned out anything and everything else.
When his eyes did focus, he found his arm slung around Link’s shoulders as they stumbled along through the undergrowth. Kopaka seemed to be leading the way, visibly irritated that they were taking so long to make any headway.
Strange, muted noise overcame the ringing in his ears, and soon gave way to speech. “-going now or we’re going to be charred to the bone!!”
Magus’ eyes flicked like a switch from their dumb daze to sharp focus, just in time to bear witness to a series of lightning strikes that slammed into the earth all around them, obliterating huge swathes of jungle or setting it alight, forcing the trio to continue their mad dash through flames and lightning strikes, praying not to be hit by one or trapped by the other.
An errant blast of electricity slammed into the side of a goliath kapok tree, setting into motion the groaning collapse of the more-than-200-foot giant. Seeing that the flaming corpse of the mighty tree would cut off their escape, the trio raced against it, risking being crushed beneath the falling sentinel, and narrowly escaping on the other side.
They were sent stumbling by the massive impact but kept running, escaping the maelstrom.
They ran a while anyway, all of them soaked through by the intense rainfall. The psychotic lightning storm continued to ravage the forest behind them, and smoke from dozens of fires climbed up into the sky, framed in harsh relief against the sky every time one of the blinding flashes of light snaked across the sky – or crashed into the earth.
“Well,” Magus managed once he’d caught his breath. They were walking now, no longer seeking shelter from the torrential downpour – what did it matter anyway when they were all completely drenched – “That was interesting,” he glanced over at the young man, who seemed in appearance as a more or less uncorrupted version of himself. “...Thank you for your help.”
Link nodded. Before any of them could continue their conversation much further, however, they found themselves cut off by a cliff. Kopaka surveyed the situation and came to a quick conclusion. “We’ll need to double back and go around.”
Magus shook his head. “No time,” he retorted, turning his attention to one of the huge trees that had made their stand on the top of the ridge they were on. The Demon King unslung his chainsaw and revved it up, angling the hungry teeth toward the bark of the ancient wood. “We go straight on.”
The mage didn’t seem terribly ‘wizardly’, forcing the whirling blade of his chainsaw into a tree, dressed in nothing but heavy boots and a pair of pants. His muscles strained with the effort, and with each ripple of taut flesh, all of the scars and wounds of an incredibly violent past showed themselves, criss-crossing his skin like a rich tapestry – almost no part of him other than his face seemed unmarred.
The tree tumbled with a harsh cacophony of snaps and cracks, crashing down across the ravine and providing them with a way across to the raised ground on the other side. Magus shut down his saw and slung it back over his shoulder before leaping up onto the felled tree. “Let’s go.”
None of them had really made a significant impact in the battle, and it seemed that they had much to face up against as things moved along. Still, it was interesting. How many people had demonized Magus? How many of them were people like the ones competing for supremacy here on this island?
If the booming announcements that regularly reverberated throughout the landscape were anything to go by, they were spilling blood and claiming lives left and right while he and his new allies explored the island without so much as a hurtful word.
Granted, some of it was opportunity. He wasn’t called ‘Fiendlord’ for nothing.
The weather had turned violent. Rain pelted the forest all around them whilst they took shelter beneath the thick shade of a mighty Amazonian tree. They would be fine and relatively dry there, and all they needed to do was wait out the storm. All that changed, however, when from the jagged flashes of light weaving spiders’ webs all along the sky, a bolt of lightning smashed into the tree right next to the Demon King, immolating the wood and hurling the Demon King to the ground.
He felt numb. It was a blessed relief, in a way, as but for a moment he couldn’t feel the oppressive heat of his body and of the forest all around him. He was vaguely aware that someone was clawing at him, moving him, but his eyes wouldn’t focus and the ringing in his ears drowned out anything and everything else.
When his eyes did focus, he found his arm slung around Link’s shoulders as they stumbled along through the undergrowth. Kopaka seemed to be leading the way, visibly irritated that they were taking so long to make any headway.
Strange, muted noise overcame the ringing in his ears, and soon gave way to speech. “-going now or we’re going to be charred to the bone!!”
Magus’ eyes flicked like a switch from their dumb daze to sharp focus, just in time to bear witness to a series of lightning strikes that slammed into the earth all around them, obliterating huge swathes of jungle or setting it alight, forcing the trio to continue their mad dash through flames and lightning strikes, praying not to be hit by one or trapped by the other.
An errant blast of electricity slammed into the side of a goliath kapok tree, setting into motion the groaning collapse of the more-than-200-foot giant. Seeing that the flaming corpse of the mighty tree would cut off their escape, the trio raced against it, risking being crushed beneath the falling sentinel, and narrowly escaping on the other side.
They were sent stumbling by the massive impact but kept running, escaping the maelstrom.
They ran a while anyway, all of them soaked through by the intense rainfall. The psychotic lightning storm continued to ravage the forest behind them, and smoke from dozens of fires climbed up into the sky, framed in harsh relief against the sky every time one of the blinding flashes of light snaked across the sky – or crashed into the earth.
“Well,” Magus managed once he’d caught his breath. They were walking now, no longer seeking shelter from the torrential downpour – what did it matter anyway when they were all completely drenched – “That was interesting,” he glanced over at the young man, who seemed in appearance as a more or less uncorrupted version of himself. “...Thank you for your help.”
Link nodded. Before any of them could continue their conversation much further, however, they found themselves cut off by a cliff. Kopaka surveyed the situation and came to a quick conclusion. “We’ll need to double back and go around.”
Magus shook his head. “No time,” he retorted, turning his attention to one of the huge trees that had made their stand on the top of the ridge they were on. The Demon King unslung his chainsaw and revved it up, angling the hungry teeth toward the bark of the ancient wood. “We go straight on.”
The mage didn’t seem terribly ‘wizardly’, forcing the whirling blade of his chainsaw into a tree, dressed in nothing but heavy boots and a pair of pants. His muscles strained with the effort, and with each ripple of taut flesh, all of the scars and wounds of an incredibly violent past showed themselves, criss-crossing his skin like a rich tapestry – almost no part of him other than his face seemed unmarred.
The tree tumbled with a harsh cacophony of snaps and cracks, crashing down across the ravine and providing them with a way across to the raised ground on the other side. Magus shut down his saw and slung it back over his shoulder before leaping up onto the felled tree. “Let’s go.”
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