TRA: A God's Sorrow

Chapter 16: Deaths Embrace

The Reaper crawled out of the hole he had created. The demon still above him and an echo of laughter on his lips.

How is it, The Reaper thought as he stood up and stared with a strange sense of amusement at the demon, that these toys are so frail and easy to break.

As his thoughts finished a sword came swinging down on him. In The Reapers view, it was as slow as a tortle, or maybe even slower, as he pulled his sword, Oathbreaker, out of its sheath and knocked the sword to the side. A winged creature stood in front of him looking astonished by his prowess.

The Reaper shifted a bit, elbowing the winged creature in the chest sending her flying backwards towards a group of onlookers. The smile, half crazed from the madness he had experienced, disappeared as he saw one of them waving his hand in a circle. A spell was being cast, a spell that would take his prey away from him.

The Reaper looked to the sky's, his eyes looking for the demon that should be falling towards the ground, only to find a vast grayness above him. Fury bit at The Reapers mind. This creature took away one of his toys. It must pay.

The Reaper charged forward and swung his blade at the scaled vermin that stood before him. His blade was stopped partway by the winged creatures sword. She was shouting something, but The Reaper wasn't able to process the words at first. Then, a blade pierced his side and he understood what she said.

"Tyril," she said, "flank him while I have his attention."

Tyril, who had been the one to catch the winged creature before, disappeared and did as the winged one said. He attacked the only part of The Reapers body that wasn't armored. This angered The Reaper further as he grabbed the sword that had pierced his skin and lifted the wielder off the ground, throwing him and the sword off to the side.

"If you want to be my play thing," The Reapers words sent chills down everyone's back, "then I will make you ONE."

The Reaper pulled out a second sword, a now unnamed blade for no one truly knew what its name was, and slammed the side of the blade against Cassandra's head. Cassandra fell to the ground in pain, sparks flew in her eyes and darkness threatened to close in.

What is this? Cassandra asked herself, panic welling up inside her. She hadn't felt such fear, pain, or panic since her fathers death. Marik had been the source of all of that and since he is now dead, Cassandra had thought those kinds of feelings were gone as will.

Cassandra saw a flash of steel in the corner of her eye and quickly rolled to the side. Oathbreaker pierced the ground, narrowly missing her wing as she rolled out of the way. Cassandra quickly pushed herself onto her hands and knees and started to crawl as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face.

With every inch she took, Oathbreaker was right behind her piercing the ground. Cassandra managed to make her way to the top of a boulder, oathkeeper never to far behind, The Reapers laughter causing sobs to wrack Cassandra's body.

Save me! Cassandra thought, her body cut up from the sharp rocks and bruised from constantly having to dodge the deranged orcs attacks. Gods! Some one save me, please!

Just as Cassandra made her way onto the boulder, a sword thrust out in front of her. Cassandra fell back a step and coward where she was.

Tyril had managed to quickly recover from the throw. He stood up and began to search the area for his sister only to find her crawling on all fours away from the party that was now giving chase. Grall, or the thing that was once Grall, stabbed at the ground anytime she slowed down. When someone from the group managed to catch up to them or cast a spell, the creature would knock the attack to the side as if swatting flys.