Holding in his breath Eric edged towards the pommel of a sword that was buried beneath one of his falling Lions. Perspiration rolled down the side of his face. Stretching out his hand as fast as he dared, he took the handle in his right hand; sliding it out.
With his eyes locked on the wolf like Haunt he prepared to spring towards it.
His head throbbed with a mixture of ale and a concussion, from where he had hit it when he fell as a stamped of people tried to escape the Lions’ cabin. The wolf paid little attention to what was happening behind it to engorged in the arm of the bar maid arm. Screaming in the fiercest war cry he could Eric leaped forward in to steps and ran the sword’s blade diagonally through the dogs under belly, before it knew what was happening. Leaving the blade in the Haunt’s gut he scanned the room for his own sword.
Screams split the foul air of the cabin as a mother and her children sprinted past the window. Plunging into the dark night, Eric scanned the street his eye still not fully adjusted to the lack of light. The Haunt were everywhere, turning his attention to the fleeing family Eric saw that two of the cursed demons were gaining on them nipping at their heels. Running head long after them Eric thought frantically as he chased after them. Nothing that he could think of seemed safe enough to put down the two haunt without harming the family they hunted. If he did not act soon he knew that it wouldn’t matter anyway.
Raising both hand Eric sweeped them down across his body in an x motion. At the same time shingles cascaded down, off the log cabins, on both sides. The children screamed in horror, but Eric continued to rain down every shingle he could to slow, maim or kill the Haunt as possibly. By chance a shingle hit an individual of the wolves on one of its hind ankles, tripping it so it rolled over as ten more roof tiles pierced its skin like large arrows and bludgeoned its skull.
Passing the unlucky wolf Eric seen that there was little chance that he would rise again. The second Haunt had now stopped a few yards ahead, noticing that his wingman was no longer there. Halting abruptly Eric clipped the flow of magic that now littered the street with small mounds of tiles. Taking up a fighting stance Eric prepared himself for the giant wolf to attack. Edging round to the right Eric tried to flank the wolf, but as he took his first step the canine mirrored him. For what seemed like ages the two simply moved round in a circle eye’s locked.
Fangs bared the Haunt lunged forward crossing the distance with unparallel speed. Raising his hands Eric projected a pulsing blue ward. The ward shifted the wolfs course making it miss by a full yard. “Come on then you filthy bastard” Eric bellowed thrusting his full weight forward with his sword, embedding it in the beasts shoulder. Yowling the wolf gave into the wound. Looking round the street Eric saw the mother and children fled into a cabin a bit further up the road. Knowing they were safe he turned to the left and headed down another ally.
Sprinting looking for a scuffle that he could help end quicker rather than later, questions began to nip and scratch at his concisions
Ø Where are Vincent and Caleb?
Ø Are they ok?
Ø Where’s Anna?
Ø Why did the Haunt attack before Dusk?
As he ran Eric tried to piece together the events that happened in the last couple of hours. He remembered the celebration the Lions held after the victory over the Eagles. The ale and wine that was “borrowed” from the wolfs head. Gurgling noises as his stomach protested after his third tankard and the dizziness that followed.
Then the stamped as the giant wolf smashed through the cabin window into the centre of the drunken group. Shock, panic.
Pushing, pulling, blackness.
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Magic Bites (Editing)
Fantasy"other Dokumailar class me as a sorcerer! You see wizards need wands and spells to use magic, and neither am I a magician who rely on objects such as scrolls, tomes and other trinkets of the sort. All I need are my hands and mind, like the previous...
