Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

Unst - the hermit's trap

From Angus' point of view

I sat on an un-dead unicorn and surveyed the city. The symbol on my forearm was quite burning. After all, it was another point of my agreement.
I urged the unicorn to go. While driving, my dragon picked me up and sat me on her back. I flew over the most populated part, hid my magic and jumped down. I landed in a squat and winked, revealing my dragon eyes. I saw every person thanks the thermal trail. They couldn't hide from me.
However, I was mainly looking for one that I knew was a big threat. I pulled out the Knife of Evil from behind my back. I wonder what effect it might have on the demi-god.
A moment later I saw him. I saw his footprints. I immediately went after it. I pulled around the corner of the building when I noticed he wasn't alone. Of course, Ralathor was with him. What the hell was I thinking?
I hissed and began stabbing every soldier I met on my way, in the heart. So I did to any capable man. We needed people.
Ralathor didn't seem to know I was here, so I decided to start to use the magic. It was time.
I crossed into the middle of the city and stopped.
Hey, Darkside... I said, closed my eyes and raised my hands.
The dragon roar sounded right above me. When I opened my eyes again, they were purple.
Darkside unleashed a stream of fire that flew directly at me. I acted as a signpost. As soon as the flames touched me, I sent them in several directions and strengthened them with my magic, so that they turned blue.
I heard people I burned screaming in pain. I saw the houses go to the ground, the liquid fire spread through the soil, burning even those to whom the flames did not directly reach.
But in this, my fire was extinguished. I sighed.
"You're not going to let me do my job at least once, long-haired bastard?!" I yelled.
"You've screwed up. This isn't you, Angus. You're not the person I allied with on Earth in 1992AD." He said completely calm.
I looked around and looked for him. Where was he? I wanted to get him. Damn much. Whether alive or dead. I swung the Knife of Evil between my fingers.
"But it's me," I said, laughing. "I'm just not that weak! I am not the poor, weeping little king who lost the kingdom. I'm a dark magician." "You're a mercenary," he said angrily. "You work for Zargothrax. You have betrayed the kingdom of Dundee!" "And here it is, fuck, again!" I hissed.
"I'm not from this reality!" I shouted, releasing more magic.
"Hey, Angus. Do you even know where you've entered?" he said behind me.
It was Ralathor. I was sure now.
"I got trapped, huh? You don’t say. I saw the runes," I said mockingly.
I turned my head to him and deliberately cancelled the spell that masked the runes.
"But who says it's your trap?" I smiled and raised my hand again.
Hootsman appeared behind me and flicked his axe. Ralathor fired his laser gun. I used substitution and exchanged places with them, but let the shoots fly in their directions. They both knew it was bad.
They didn't have enough time. They could not avoid it. I smiled as fresh blood splashed my face...