Riona and Vincent stood ready at the doors. With Lythienne behind Asphodel and me, I gave the signal. The five of us storm out of the building. A group of Templars ran at us, attacking. I immediately took down four of them with wind bullets. In a matter of seconds, the others overpowered the rest. More comes from another building, the barracks. Almost two dozen of them. I fire multiple rounds, taking down as many as I can. The five of us engage over a dozen. We'd be in serious trouble if it wasn't for the disorientation. They were almost in a drunken stupor. Just as we neutralize this group, more come from other areas. This isn't looking too well. Suddenly, most of them are ordered from unseen commands to the front gates.
We took advantage of the lesser numbers with ease. So much of the fort is in chaos, it makes it easy to take down those we come across. Things were looking like a success when an additional threat came into view. It was Adelard and a dozen men. I find it odd he isn't wearing the standard Dark Templar armor. No, his armor was crimson red, as were the warriors with him. An aura of complete uniqueness surrounded them. There was something special about this armor. There is a flow of mana into them that I can see. Mana from the surroundings is being absorbed by them. I felt an evil presence about them. Like Adelard, they aren't suffering from the effects of brainwashing and mind control.
My sphere returned, revealing that Nifu and Sissel were successful in the destruction of the magical device. Isa played a massive part in destroying it. All the other Templars around us dropped to the ground, appearing unconscious. Riona even collapses for a moment, but her recovery comes within moments. Abelard's composure changes. He draws his sword, and so do his followers.
"I don't know who you are, John Thomas, but you die tonight," Adelard snarled. "I should have executed you from the moment we captured you," she added.
"Let me eat this one...," Firosa whispered. Her voice almost startles me.
"These are no longer men. They are monsters...," Helena whispered with a hint of rage.
Their words fuel something inside of me. A need to kill this man crept into my mind. He was dangerous and could not be allowed to live. I suppressed those emotions. This was already looking like a fight-to-the-death situation. I don't need extra thoughts weighing me down.
"Get ready!" I said.
"He's mine!" Asphodel yelled.
She was on him in a flash. I can barely keep up with her movements. My foresight became a frenzy of blurry motions. There's no way I can predict what will happen. What is worse is how Adelard can keep up with her. The other red warriors are as fast as him. Two breaks in front of me. My chest seized up as a blade impaled my stomach, followed by a blade slamming into my neck. While holding the sword in my stomach with my right hand, I blocked the sword at my neck with my left hand. They put all their strength into ending me. Grinding my teeth, pushing past the pain. I have to get away from these two and try to use magic to break free. I haven't tried using magic without the revolver.
I feel a sharp pain as the blade sinks deeper into my stomach. I should have fallen over dead from this wound. My body must heal faster now. That explains how I recovered after the first attack with that Anathema. I concentrate all I have in me on my right hand. Nothing happened this time. I must use a spell or something. With the revolver, it was crafted to do the hard work for the user. I think back to the basics of magic. A detailed description of spells was provided. There was one that came to mind. A combination of wind and fire is called Hot Shot.
"I call upon thy source of power, I order thee, rewrite the laws of nature, Cast fourth, a blaze of wind and fire to consume my enemies, Hot Shot!" I said.
A red magic circle appears between my opponents and me. A giant red ball appears, spinning with intense wind currents that shoot into both of the red templars. The force drove them into a building in a spectacular explosion.
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Domirella: The Surreal Succubi
AdventureJohn Thomas is the typical thirty-something nobody. He spent most of his life growing up being the underdog. From his time in elementary to his high school years, he endured the ridicule of bullies or being the ass end of someone's joke. To say he's...
