MORNING STAR, a STARGAZING series the 1st

Chapter 5, Too bad it didn't kill me

I didn't know which one was weirder than another one, or two. First, the shirtless-horned man with the big flail in hand, why would a man grew a pair of a horn? I'll just let your imagination run wild. Second, your best friend was fighting him with a wooden stick which was actually a magic wand that produced cold air, he could've helped for global warming issues I guess. Last, knowing that your mother was a well-trained sword fighter, never had crossed in your mind, huh? Me neither, honestly should I be feeling safe or unsafe knowing this fact, I don't know.

The crashing sound and the cold air filled the room. I found myself frozen still of what I was seeing, Astaroth swung his big flail in the air randomly. Allan converted the air into solid ice around him to slow him down, but then it broke, then he created another one, then it broke again. He was wiping his sweaty forehead even we were in the frozen room. He was probably run out of magic for the surprise ice wall. I suspected if he created another one for a couple of times in a row would pass him out.

My mother wasn't much better. She kept blocking the flail and found no chance to launch some attacks. That was clearly two defenders versus one attacker. Our defense was quite strong, but the Astaroth was equal.

"Fall back," my mother scowled "we can't keep it any longer."

"Right," Allan agreed, "Is it just me or that thing is getting faster..."

"Indeed," my mother rolled back and Astaroth's attack smacked the floor. "We have to go" she directed to me. I should have more power to run instead of them, knowing that I had done nothing but watching them fight. I forced myself to run, we couldn't go outside because he's blocking our way. I hate the idea of running to the backyard. More space, but no escape.

There wasn't much we can do here. Up above was a full moon with no clouds, the stars were at their brightest I could say. It could have been a good night if we weren't under attack. I saw both my mother and Allan breaths rapidly. I should've done something to help them.

"You can help us by doing nothing..." Allan stated as if he could read my expression, "Simply do nothing, not even thinking."

I was offended, of course. I was about to argue but my mother stopped me, "I'm sorry Byan, I hope I can explain to you why Allan was right. There's nothing you can do for help, at least for now."

Even you, mom?!

"Then what should I do?" I snapped, "I just can't simply do nothing..."

We didn't have much time to discuss, Astaroth appeared and began to roar.

AAARRRRRRGRRRGGGGHHHHH

His gold eyes gleamed under the moonlight. He seemed, bigger?

"Lady Emilia?"

My mother nodded as she marched forward to the outraged Astaroth. He raised the flail but mother rolled beneath him when the flail hit the ground. She slashed his back and he groaned. There wasn't any blood spitting from her sword even she was close enough to him. Pretty sure he had some hard skin or anything.

Allan swirled his wand, he went from 'defensive' to 'offensive' mode as the giant ice spike formed and stabbed him from below. Not strong enough to stab through his body but it slowed him down for a while.

AARRGHH!!!!! The ice cracked, Astaroth body tilted as he threw the flail directly at Allan. He freaking thrown that flail. Allan created an ice wall real quick. That was a close call. A real close call! He was so stunned seeing the flail's spike was less than an inch before his eyes. My mother received the direct fist from him, unprepared. She was lying weakly on the ground.