Fate Weaver's convergence

C80 Winter's story 10

"I hear you Sarah! Stay out of the wa-"

"Focus on me, Rat!"

The knight who fought Papa forced all of Papa's attention to him.

"Come Juro, you aren't through here! If you fall, so do your men-"

The figure gestured with his sword to the battle raging behind them, while the odds were in our favor once more, it was an ever changing result as each side traded blows. Two more men had fallen by the time Sarah and I entered the woodline, and more followed each minute.

"Go to hell-"

Papa did not allow the knight to finish speaking as Wyrms tooth suddenly charged with mana, the blade glowing an off putting yellow as he forced mana into it. The method was not unlike Mama, but it was crippled in comparison. It could not still cut steel as if held by Mama, but should the knight lower his guard, Papa could still rend him in half even with a half effort swing. Even with that consideration, Papa was now at least hitting enough force to deform the thin kite shield that deflected his blows.

"You and your-"

Wyrm's tooth was slammed into the shield at full force, forcing the knight to give some space as he compensated against the force of the blow.

"-Bloody vulture-god-

Once more father struck, using the recoil of the first impact to shift the blade and swing from the opposite side in and upward motion.

"-will burn!"

Wyrms tooth clashed with the blade of the Knight. Sparks sprayed outwards as metal contacted metal and a strange form of mana arced between them. The Knight kicked outward, landing a strike in Papa's stomach and forcing him to stumble backwards.

"I am Sto-ar, and that 'Vulture' will see those of your blood on pikes in his hunting grounds!"

More of the guards fell, leaving seven struggling to hold back the enemy. Even as nearly a dozen peeled away to see that Goro and the raptors were silenced. They struggled under the weight of the enemy. They were faltering, and Papa could see this.

"Shit."

Papa mouthed the words, trying not to distract his men. Desperate for a blow that could by time, mana suddenly exploded from Papa's hand. Air began swirling around his hands as he looked rapidly between his opponent and to our guards from his periphery.

It wasn't but a moment before Sto-ar made his own move, armor creaked and metal groaned as he moved on the offensive. Mana could be see building from behind his shield for just a split second before he raised it. With the raising of his shield, Papa prepared to deflect Sto-ar's strike before being surprised by a sudden burst of red energy that sprung forth like a lance.

Papa panicked at the sudden strange magic, veering to the left and opting to release his own built up Mana. Papa spun around as he sidestepped, maneuvering Wyrms tooth as if he were about to swing at Sto-ar himself. Sto-ar's mysterious attack missed Papa, striking one of the guards in the side and further weakening the defense. Papa clenched his jaw as he planted his feet, mana now traveling along the blade. Wyrms tooth was no longer simply a glowing blade that could rend limbs. Wind encompassed the blade, it's current ripping through the calm air surrounding it.

"Haaa!"

Papa screamed as he swung, the rush of air extending from the blade some five meters or so before slamming into the unprepared Sto-ar. The sound of metal being slammed by air was similar to the crack of lightning. It echoed through the forest as Sto-ar was sent flying into the downed tree by the crashing wind. Sto-ar's shield even seemed to lose its color, bare metal being exposed as paint was torn or burned away by the hot, rushing air.