False Heroes: A Dystopian Odyssey Begins

CHAPTER 2 - Debut Under the Fresh Setting Moon

Shame fills our senses as we look and see the pitiful fools screaming pleas. It makes you wonder who they are to, some god that they worship? The people around them to save them to live and be merry one more day? Or maybe just to themselves for falling in such a pathetic and unrememberable way...It's funny how they cry being in so much pain but talk as if that they would rather have this be their end than something mundane...this is why adventurers should stick to what they are, that being not heroes in the slightest...but those three seemingly have a air around them, one that makes you feel like they have prepared for this to be their last skirmish...hmm let us watch as the new dawn approaches in the battle that is about to commence and see if the air around them is the only thing about these men that is interesting.

The three men still standing in the doorway looked once more to each other, as they do a tendril darts towards Willabaar's chest then in a flash of embers Mountain had grabbed the putrid squirming tendril wriggling and writhing as his hand took the shape of lava, begins to burn through it until it is dragged back to it's master outside.

Willabaar moves to grab the Dwarf but to no avail he watched from the open door as the human and his tendrils coming from a black puss mound on his spine pulls the dwarf close and raises a second tendril over his head, covering the dwarf with its looming shadow, he goes to lower it like the hangman's axe cleaving a head clean from it's torso but as he moves we hear a loud squelch of flesh and liquid falling in on each other, with no time to think the human turns his sight back to the dwarf but to his surprise does not find him.

Now suddenly panicked he pulls his tendrils close trying to form a protective shell unknown to him the dwarf merely held on to the bottom side out of his view using the distraction to block his presence from the beast. Using the momentum of the recoiling weapon and vaulting off only two feet from his prey, lifting his two war hammers, Mountain lifts them fast and true, leaving a sound reverberating around the area resembling that of cracking cobblestone.

he had struck the human on both edges of his jaw with these hammers and heated them on the way, showing him lift them through the blood soaked dirt lifting embers and lava chunks into the strike sending this humans head off his torso with such power the body resembled a rabbit's after the alpha wolf rips it head back and forth.

Seeing it fly Mountain turns to Willabaar to see the half-mixes arm raised with mountain walking over he shouts

''Oh so you do have some uses!''

Obviously impressed with his work while Willabaar gained a smile that resemble the one from the human

''You do realise the only reason you didn't become Gnome paste in the dirt is because I intervened dumbass''

The dwarf looked confused and remembered seeing what looked like very skinny bolts of magic missile fly into the up stretched tendril

''Oh big deal, ya used a magic missile spell, I could even learn that one what of it?''

The half-mixes smile grew bigger

''Yes you could but not my variation, I use stasis magic with it to add a sort of body shock effect''

As the two continue to bicker the head slams into the ground, the smoke begins to settle as the faint sounds of bickering continue, we see the eye open on the human head but now a brilliant shining white, the two stop the debate as they turn and see this creature now skin melting and evaporation into the atmosphere showed his true form, a mass of black and grey resembling the likeness of a Gnome with now four tendrils on his back now stretching from its neck to reattach the severed head already skin dripping looking now directly at our now confused warriors visibly shocked by their opponents new form.