Blood And Stone

Chapter 54: The Vantorak Emerges

"Enough of this ridiculous playing. Kol!" Torvir sent blades of ice soaring through the air, cutting at the trickster's legs to force her away from her sister. Kol still lay atop the body, her sharpened teeth ripping at the flesh savagely. Each bite was simply to drive the short, purple-eyed woman further into insanity and he didn't have the time for it. The Diviners led by Kol's snack had taken from the river and were smashing his forces to pieces with it. The purity and power of the water were too intense for his dark creations to survive. They would lose this battle if they didn't stop playing around.

Kol came to her knees, her head falling back into ecstasy as the warm blood dripped down her cheeks. Sadistically, Kol ran a finger over her red chin and drew more of the blood into her mouth. The moan that fell from her mouth was so erotic that it nearly made Torvir retch in disgust. She fell back onto the body. She ran her tongue over the newly exposed skull, letting it slip over every tooth before passing into the woman's mouth. She kissed it. Her body grinding with delight as she did so.

"Kol!" Torvir warmed. "Control yourself you heathen!"

Kol's spine stiffened at the words. She released her grip on Xenya's body. "Forgive me, my love. A silly man thing has interrupted our fun." She whispered. With an inhale of irritation, her head turned to face the sorcerer. "What do you want, you pile of gristle and mold?"

"They will defeat us if we do not do this now. It's time." Torvir grunted as his hand moved, grabbing for the snow that lay on the ground. It did not obey him. Instead, the snow moved on its own, pushing toward Xenya's body. It wrapped itself around Kol's legs and thrust her away, sending her sprawling into the cold mud beyond. The snow then entombed her snack and grew solid. So solid that it formed itself into pure, clear ice. Kol darted toward the icy coffin and slammed her fists into it. Not a single crack. She kicked and punched and clawed, trying to find any spot of weakness. Nothing happened. She growled in disdain.

"Fine. Keep my beloved. Her flesh was rank with virginity anyway." Kol rose to her feet.

"Kol!" Torvir yelled. Several arrows flew directly at her head. She showed no interest in them whatsoever and stepped to the side. Three went right past her and the fourth looked as though it were going to enter her neck. With a slight and uninterested tilt of her head, the fourth arrow missed its mark.

Kol took several steps forward until she stood in the exposed mud that hid so well beneath the snow. Her fingertips ran over her bloody chin and down her throat until they were sticky with the substance. Her hand stiffened and angled itself like a claw. With a terrifying screech, she went down to one knee, her hand driving deep beneath the surface of the mud until her entire forearm disappeared. Beneath the mud, she twisted her fingers and arm, gathering a handful of the earth. She quickly squeezed her fist closed. The blood from her face made a mad dash down her body. It traveled over the skin of her shoulder, wrapping like tendrils around her appendage. It followed her arm down, piercing the thick muck, and wrapping itself between her fingers as if were the hand of a lover, interlocking with hers.

Torvir moved to send a ball of magic hurtling toward the purple-eyed woman when a great tremor threw him off balance. Everyone around Kol fell to the ground. Kol, however, stayed rooted in her place. Her head slowly rose from where it looked at the ground, rising to face those around her as a wicked smile spread across her lips. The tremor came again, pushing them all to the ground once more. Torvir sat up and looked at his companion. She slowly rose from where she stood, her arm releasing with a wet sucking noise. She smiled and a soft but harrowing laugh slid from her throat like silk.

Screams began in the distance. Torvir rose to his feet, standing atop a snowy bolder to look in the direction of the anguish. He smiled as well, watching as the trees parted and toppled over. The earth beneath them all began to rise and fall as the huge body traveled quickly underground. The forest that surrounded them began to bow before them. The Sithaurian fighters watched in horror as the wave of solid earth rushed toward them. "To the tree tops!" The purple-eyed woman yelled. It was a strange delight to watch as they attempted to scramble up the trees. They clung to the branches as the trees fell. The idea wasn't bad but more than several of them didn't make it to the top, and even more found themselves squashed beneath the weight of the wood as they fell.