No Storm Lasts Forever, a DND inspired story, by Allan Concillado

Chapter Five: The Party At The Mansion, Part Eight

     Outside on the battlefield, the ground grew slight lumps that glowed red. When the soldiers stepped on them, they expanded and exploded into hot lava. They screamed as they burned to near-death.

     "Oh god! I meant an explosion to subdue them! Not kill them! Dammit!" Cherry yelled as she tried to put out the fires on an unconscious soldier.

     As Cherry was distracted with patting out the flames of her ally's mistake, George found his clone from within the crowds. His clone was grouped up with his party's clones. They all looked back at him and laughed.

     "The moment I get my hand on your nuts I'm gonna crush them and shove them in your nose!" George yelled as he charged at them.

     "Don't charge in by yourself! Ah, whatever. C'mon Cherry! Let's get going!" Sorvex called as he followed George.

      "Coming!" Cherry followed him to their enemies. "Beth! Malcrovich! Get over here!"

     Macalvorich heard her name called and she paused her attacks. She flew back down and ran to where Cherry was. Beth was running down the side of the hill to rally to her.

     George charged through all of the soldiers until his clone was standing in front of him. "Give me my identity back!" George yelled as he punched his clone in the face, sending him flying.

     Cherry ran in and tackled herself to the ground. They rolled around on the ground until they came to a stop. Sorvex ran over to help her, but now it was impossible. The two of them looked exactly alike and he couldn't remember who was who.

    "Oh crap, um, Cherry, which one's you?" Sorvex asked as he looked at the both of them punching, scratching, and trying to pry each other's helmets off.

     The two Cherrys stood up and faced him. "It's me! I'm the real Cherry!" the Cherry to the left claimed.

     "You know how stupid your question was? It could be anyone of us," the Cherry to the right scolded.

     "Oh I already know who's the real now." Sorvex took out his crossbow and shot the Cherry to his left right between her two eyes. She fell back and plopped on the floor, dead. Her skin slowly burnt away to reveal some kind of strange blue creature.

     "Thanks," Cherry said as she wiped the dust off of her armor.

     "Eh, no problem. Let's get rid of the others."

     Beth was dueling with her clone. Their swords clashed with each other, sparks flying everywhere. Every slash of their blade was filled with passion. It was a wonder how their blades didn't shatter on the first strike.

     "Divine Smith!" Beth cast as she swung her sword.

     "Branding Smith!" the clone shouted as their blades clashed. Their swords glowed a bright light blue and gold, getting brighter and brighter as they scraped against each other.

     Beth pushed down harder with her sword, forcing her clone to get on one of her knees. "Even though you may have my body, face, and magic, you don't have my will power and spirit!" Beth yelled as she snapped through the clone's sword, slicing through their right arm and creating an explosion of bright blue light around them. Her clone screamed in pain as she evaporated into dust. The light spread out through the battlefield, over taking soldiers and pushing them to the ground. Their weapons and armor steamed from the intense energy.

     George was swarmed by the light, but it did nothing to him. Him and his allies were untouched by the sizzling magic of the Paladin, but the clones and soldiers were burning and screaming in pain.