Drops of water touch my face. Rain kicks in. Soaking into the fabric of my coat making it heavier and much more of a bourdon while fighting. Reaching out its arms the pale fishman feels the rain as the touch of its native domain. Muscles grow in size, its whole posture straightens and before hidden extrusions open up. After this small transformation the young king rose to a height of at least nine feet. The fish unveil their true strength when the are in their natural habitat. The pale one lets of another scream and goes back into battle. James' element is fire. The rain does him no favour. The drops of rain extinguish most of his flames. The element of surprise is fully gone by now and we are again on the disadvantage.
The priest who first lead the prayer on the market place and is now on the beach goes into attacking me. He rips away his robe unveiling his squid-like body. His head fitted with eight tentacles where a man would wear a beard. His posture rather slim with pale and veiny skin but still tall. Around eight feet. The rain also gives him a buff. His staff raised above his head he slams down at me. Our weapons clash. He starts to speak in my in the common tongue of this land. He is no usual fish. That became clear to me has preaching to all his brothers.
"You will not stop the coming of our Lord Grodro, the great leviathan born to flood the lands!"
"You have entered the property of the United States and committed crimes against its citizens."
We trade blows back and forth. One of my attacks is able to land a hit to the squidmans face severing a tentacle. Purple blood spatters out of the wound. The squid streams out in pain. In a language I can not understand he yells at his companions. Around a dozen of them get up from praying and start the attack on me. For the first time I get the chance to fight a fair fight against the scum from the oceans. With my sabre and rifle, standing on dry land. Again I manifest a spirited swing cutting down a small group of fish. With the spirits on my side I fight of all the fish people there are. Only a portion of them attack me. The majority stays dormant and praying. The tentacle one was recovering from the injury. Seeing all his similar dying he comes back to the fight. Though possessing some capability to fight is is obviously no warrior but a cleric. Avoiding its swings is easy. Buffed by the rain and in its frenzy is is difficult to find an opening between its attacks. The fight with the preacher should not take long. James needs my help against the pale one. One swift attack must be enough to kill the fish. A thrusting attack with my sabre. Against the crab the attack proved useless. This time I am able to bundle the spirits. Sweeping up the sabre as the fish strikes I am able to break its posture. Stumbling a few steps back I see my chance to strike. Jumping forwards with all my strength I stab at its chest. The blade finds its way into its body. The fish stands no threat any more. Bleeding out on the sand I leave it there. Turning my back to is I run to aid James. Something heavy hits my back. I am forced to my knees and look back. The tentacle fish has thrown its staff in a last effort to stop me. Pushing myself up with my sabre I return to finish the bleeding fish of. Coughing up blood it insults me:
"You monkey. You can not stop us. The King Grodro will devour you alive-."
I cut his speech short by pulling it up at its tentacles and slit its throat. James is fighting the pale newborn by all his abilities. Spewing fire, throwing burning feathers and scratching with his talons. The pale one is fast. Evading every attack it flicks over the beach throwing punches that are only fended of by James through his fire cloak. The pale one is currently not focusing me. Advancing from the dead angle I hope on getting a heavy stab into its backside. Before I am able to try anything the fish closes on my presence from by the looks James is giving me on accident. The pale one turns as fast as I could blink and goes over to attacking me. It lifts me up by the neck. A bullet hits the head of the pale king distracting him for a second. The bullet was not fired by James looking to the left I only spot the cliff side and the lighthouse atop of it. A second bullet is fired and the muzzle flash indicates that someone on the lighthouse is firing it. I bet this is Eve. As a young girl she already handled a rifle and improved this skill over the years. Today she is shooting four-hundred yards of range. The pale king lets me loose. I thought it would get after James again but I catches my leg before I am able to reconnect with the sand. The fish king swings out his arm to the fullest and with a heavy thrust throws me out into the open ocean. The swift thrust pulls the blood into my head causing a black out before my eyes. I could very well have lost my consciousness until I hit the water surface again.
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Once a God drowned here
AcciónAgain Joseph Hunter and his soldiers are tasked with killing what the humantiy should not have to deal with. A whole town is overrun with monsters from the oceans deapths.
