The Battle of Death Mountain: Eruption

[Demetri Malius]

Flutters of ash and cinders fell through the air as a flicker of movement caused a draft of wind to swirl them around, an invisible force that swept through the shadows, even in the orange hue of magma and fire. The light danced around the figure as it swept through the air, the rattling of metal sounding along as it struck some nearby surface, a chip in the rock blasting away before landing in a nearby pool of burning lava. Stressed chains held their weight and more as a spark of blue hinted in the air, the action of movement having the figure give up its complete stealth only for a moment.  Although quite mobile, the figure was not adept at quite attacking such vast enemies like the fiery dragon that hovered above him, where the God-Mind had fused with one of their allies to ensure further defense and offense against the beast.

Then, as the combination of attacks from the attacking front managed to weaken the primal being for just a moment, the Headmaster, in his new form, took her out from the sky, bringing her to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust while small spurts of magma sprouted from the new crater in the Ashen. The cloaked figure would rush forward as the dragon recovered, a chain shooting up from the ground as the beast took to the air once more, though not yet out of reach. A glint of silver flashed at the figure whipped forwards, another flicker of  color beyond the shades of red as the dragon reared its head and spewed forth flame, the now visible chains glowing orange from the heat of the flames that barely missed its target.

All at once the figure came into view, in the same moment as another screech sounded in the air from the dragon, a shining steel blade plunged into the fiery wound in its side, the bright orange light showing the face of the thief that dealt the blow. His already black leather garments seemed even darker from being singed at the edges, a sign of more than one close call, his gloved hand gripping the hilt of the stolen short sword that he had taken from the armory of Nippur in his previous battle. Glowing, blue lines shone through his black armor from the secondary that had bonded to him, a lifeline that calculated his each and every move. The lines continued throughout his body, even covering half his face with a combination of metal and wires, a glowing blue monocle that gave him more information about his surroundings and target , hidden beneath a dark hood and masked face. His eyes showed no mercy, a will to survive and defeat his target, the piercing gray illuminated by both the circuitry that enveloped his body and the flames that made up the beast. With a twist, he pulled the blade out of the wound, the blade melting at the edges from the heat, no longer able to perform its duty properly.

The thief's eyes narrowed as he took a moment to examine the blade, before an alert to his senses forced him to jump back, off of the beast named Volvagia, in order to save himself from yet another burst of flames. The thief attempted to keep his chained bond to his target, but the intense heat quickly forced the chained to become brittle, as a moment later, the thief plummeted down at least 30 feet to the rock below, smacking it hard as he rolled to a stop , managing to keep on his feet. Even though he lessened the fall by using his chains and rolling to defuse the force, he felt his body ache from the impact, his breath rapid from the single attack that he managed to make. Such effort needed to make a single blow.

"The chains of your left arm should be fully regenerated in six seconds, Creator, your current weapon is heavily damaged, and will most likely not survive another blow., Currently, our inventory only composes of a single buckler from Nippur's armory. I am attempting to reroute some omnilium to focus on your own weaponry, but I cannot guarantee that they will be ready by the end of this fight if we happen to survive it."

"And what exactly do you believe our chance of survival to be, IRIS?" the thief spoke aloud to his attached secondary, pulling off a glove for a moment as he examined his hand, blisters having formed from being so close to the heat.

"Around three percent, but we shall still attempt to take down Volvagia,  correct?"

"Indeed, we shall," Demetri replied aloud, a deadpan tone as he slipped the glove back on his hand with a pained grunt. "Headmaster Nealaphh had provided me with information and attempted to aid me in Nippur, I shall return the favor. Though I am a guilt-ridden thief, that doesn't mean I have no honor at all for those who have come to my aid. Now, allow us to cause some more distress for this vile beast?"

"Of course, Creator, supercharging your omnilium reserves for duplication, will commit assigned reserves in seven seconds. Six. Five..."

The thief sprinted forward, readying his chains once more as he approached the beast once again, the others already making their own attacks on it. He awaited the countdowns of his chain regeneration and his charged omnilium ability, calculating his future movement and routing his attack.

"Four."

He climbed began to climb up a heap of rocks and stone, avoiding dripping bits of molten rock  and steam as he gained more altitude, hoping to get as close to the beast as possible.

"Three."

He was close. The beast flew in the air just ahead of him, his chains would barely reach. A cliff was laid before him, If he didn't time this right, he would plummet at least a hundred feet down.

"Two."

With a few steps back the thief found his footing, taking a deep breath before rushing forward once more, pushing himself as his foot left the edge of the cliff, a leap of faith for his capability.

"One."

Numerous chains shot out simultaneously as one thief became five, all aimed towards the flying fortress as they hooked one, one by one, splitting off into different directions as they swung for their lives, attempting to board the flying dragon as if she were a flying pirate ship.

The magnificent beast called out at this tomfoolery, how one person can become so many, these primes having so many tricks up their sleeve, She would twist as turn, a complete spasm to try to throw off the band of merry thieves managing to cause one to plummet to their death, and catching one in her mouth, chomping down and spitting fire as it dissolved back into omnilium. The others took their chance to deal damage to the beasts side as Demetri continued to try to hold his ground, or more specifically, air.

Volvagia then twisted and chomped into a pair of chains, causing another thief to fall to their end before whipping her tail, making the remaining two thieve's. As she did so, one might even see a smug smile on her reptilian face.

Demetri grunted aloud as he was sent flying, his clone dissipating instantly into dust and omnilium as the final, genuine thief spit blood, feeling his chest nearly crushed by the force as he felt his blade slip from his grasp, dropping down. His instinct would kick in, his will to survive this battle overpowering the pain as a chain once again flew through the air to wrap around the tail that had nearly killed him in a single hit, the other shooting out and grabbing the sword before he pulled back on both, Being pulled through the air forcefully as he swung the sword passed him, the chain releasing the blade as it soared to the wound once more.

As it hit and fused with the wound, the metal dripping and leaking to the rock below, the dragon gave another shriek, snapping at Demetri and crushing the chain that he held onto for his life. His eyes widened in fear as the dragon whipped its tail, smacking him in what the others could only assume to be square in his chest, as a loud sickening crack was heard, right before he was sent to the nearest hill, rolling in the dust until he lay on the floor.

With a cough and sputter of breath, he turned over on his back, revealing a splintered and broken shield, the metal bracket on it misshapen and bent. 

"IRIS, remind me to never fight a dragon again." The thief coughed as he struggled to sit up, giving a loud and harsh sigh before making it to his feet.

"Will do, Creator."

1427 words(yeah im over the limit)

Demetri attacked using chains and his last items in his satchel(Shield and sword)

Demetri used his chains,(currently both regenerating, 10 seconds)

Demetri used "Split tactics" 1 sp used

SP left 3/4