Light did not know whether there was a hell or not. But if there was, then this definitely was it.
The rain had nearly drowned out everyone's voice. Light could barely hear the onset of others gasping and quivering in fear. To the side of him Light heard someone scream the word 'Vinumia,' yet he was too shocked by this creatures form to think of what that word could mean. He stared at it like all the rest, and for a while it was as though the world had gone completely silent. Only the neigh of the horse and the rain existed.
But then an arrow shot. It flew through the air like lightning, hitting its mark on the creatures head. It barely flinched. Next came more arrows against it, and it seemed as though the shadows of the incoming weapons only made the world even more darker than it was already.
Still it did not move. Not until a man ran up to it to slay it himself did it nudge. With what appeared to be little effort for this monstrosity, the horse which it held onto was sent twirling in the air. Light saw the horse fly, but could watch it no longer, for where it flew to was directly towards him.
Light had no time to warn the passengers inside, so instead he used his hind legs to hop as high as he could and away from the caravan. He heard the final sounds of dying men mixed with the crushing of wood and the terrified screams of a horse. Light braced himself to land on the ground, bending his legs and folding his arms. He met the dirt painfully, but rolled in a way where he would not hurt the most. Where he rested then was on the ground, mud in his face and back aching.
He looked towards the Caravan which was now tipped over. No sound came from the fallen vessel. Light wanted to scream, check to see if anyone was still alive. However, he could do nothing such as that with that plant monstrosity around. At most, the only thing he would achieve would be that thing's attention.
Light turned his eyes to Clyde who stood in front of him with staff at hand. With a booming voice the mage said, "Move!" Those words were enough to tell anyone who knew of Clyde to leave the area quickly, lest they wanted to get caught in the chaos which his magic could create. The mage stamped his staff to the ground, and as soon as he did hot res began to flow from it. The res changed int fire and grew, scorching the very ground as it made a pathway towards the creature.
It was a nice idea to burn the beast, and anyone who thought of it would be considered of high intelligence. Unfortunately, this weather and the muddy water close to the beast was enough to make that idea, and any such that is similar, nothing but null. Ligth watched as the creature burned, burned, and burned but barely flinched under the heat. Soon the rain turned the fire to steam, and any plant or vine that was lost on this beast returned as though Clyde had done nothing.
Light huffed in frustration. It appeared that he and Clyde were destined to deal with the most difficult creatures in Mizahar. However, he would not handle that beast yet. His main goal right now was to do his job and make sure all the pedestrians were safe. So, Light stood and quickly ran over to the fallen caravan. There was a man, an ebonstryfe to be exact, who held an ax and stared at the monster like a statue. He looked as though he was even too scared to shake. Light became angry, ran up to the man with the ax, then swiftly and smoothly delivered a punch right to the man's cheek. He squealed under the force of Light's attack then fell to the ground. As quick as he had punched the soldier, Light grabbed the ax man's shirt and pulled him off the ground.
"What the petch are you doing?!" Light screamed. "We have people dying in that DAMN caravan and you're just STANDING here?! Be a MAN and stop SHYKING in your pants! Help me help them or fight that PETCHING MONSTROSITY!" Light then pushed the man back to the muddy dirt and ran towards what was left of the cart. The horse that had been flung was on top of it, not moving nor neighing. Blood was pouring from the side that was lying on the caravan. Light could swear that he saw a boot sticking out of the horse. It didn't take him long to guess whose boot it belonged to.
He opened the curtains of the caravan that led to the inside and nearly passed out from the sight. The amount of gore that came with the mixture of tools and planks was too much for even the strongest of men to handle. Bodies had been mixed with bodies, necks had been broken, and some people had even been swooshed by the non sentient cargo. There was also blood everywhere, and it was hard to determine to who it belonged to.
Light was ready to call it quits and label everyone in this caravan dead. That was until he heard a shrill cough, a sound familiar to one a kid would make. "Hello?" He called out, but no one answered. The man who Light had punched was standing behind him, ax at hand still; staring at that monster still. "Yell if that thing makes another attack at this cart," Light said to the stryfe soldier, hoping that he wasn't too scared to listen.
With a lot of fear in his heart, Light stepped into the cart while preying for safety from Rhysol. The blood was rotting fast, and Light found it very impossible to breathe while inside this toppled thing. It took him but a moment to find a child coughing furiously, held safely in the bosom of his now dead mother. Light reached for the little boy but he flinched to Light's touch. He had no time to humor the boys fear, though, and violently snatched the boy from his resting place. He ran out of the cart as fast as he could then handed the bloody, teary boy to the nearest stryfe soldier to him. Unfortunately, it was not the ax man who he handed the boy to. For that man had been killed long ago.
Other passengers that could not fight were escorted away from the creature and towards the back of the army. The seductive Paladin was barking orders to her men, telling those who were brave to stay on the battlefield and fight and those who were scared to escort the citizens away. It was too sad that his father was not here. This battle would have probably been over if Paladin Don Dicey were to deal with it. His father was a great tactician, bread specifically for war, this beast would be nothing to him. However, Don was not here, only his copy. But his copy, Light thought, would be more than enough to slay this monster.
But how?
Light stared towards the monster again, and within the corner of his eye he saw movement. A little girl with dark skin color who had been attached to Sullins was now flanking the monster stealthily. It was no sooner than when Light laid eyes on her that the girl metaphorically said "petch this," to being stealthy and ran up to the creature. She yelled at it, after she sent an arrow towards its side, and it looked at her with eyes of green fury. As quick as it saw her, it struck after her with fierce power Light had not seen since the horse incident.
Light sighed and began to sprint towards the girl. It appeared that the beast was not going to let her live; for it struck at her again as she fell to the ground. If only he had enough time to gather djed, then he would be able to perform some magic spell that could hurt it. But for now he had to make do with what he had.
The girl began to crawl away, but the monster would not let up its attempts at killing her. He had to avert its attention, make it go after him before it did something to hurt her.
Oh how much of a fool he was.
As the monster lifted up one of its long limbs to smash the girl to the ground, Light yelled from the top of his lungs- "HEY UGLY!" Djed began to course through his mouth as the beast finally noticed him. It gathered and gathered the same way spit would if he wished to store it. He thought about all that he could do and what spells with this tiny amount of magic he could use. At least the monster had taken its eyes off the girl, but it was still angry and still very lethal. The bad thing about all this, however, was that it had a new target.
"I AM YOUR BIGGEST THREAT! YOU BETTER KILL ME FIRST!" Light screamed to the creature while flowing his djed into it. The spell which he had used was of basic hypnotism. It was formally known as Suggestion, but Light had developed a new name for it within the moments of him casting it and it taking effect. The name was, 'The Possible Cause of His Death.'
The creature swiped at him with one of its extended arms. It would nearly have sent him flying off into the distance if he had not dropped to the ground. Light lived to live another day, but now the beast was irritated. Thrice now two people had managed to dodge fatal injury from its attacks. The monster was beginning to want more blood than ever.
Light jumped back to his feet as quick as his body would allow him, then he began to run the opposite way. Into the forest he headed while it tried to kill him. However, he soon reached a point where its swipes were no longer long enough to find its mark. So, in order for the creature to hit this maddening human, it would need to start chasing after him. And that was exactly what it began to do.
The rain had nearly drowned out everyone's voice. Light could barely hear the onset of others gasping and quivering in fear. To the side of him Light heard someone scream the word 'Vinumia,' yet he was too shocked by this creatures form to think of what that word could mean. He stared at it like all the rest, and for a while it was as though the world had gone completely silent. Only the neigh of the horse and the rain existed.
But then an arrow shot. It flew through the air like lightning, hitting its mark on the creatures head. It barely flinched. Next came more arrows against it, and it seemed as though the shadows of the incoming weapons only made the world even more darker than it was already.
Still it did not move. Not until a man ran up to it to slay it himself did it nudge. With what appeared to be little effort for this monstrosity, the horse which it held onto was sent twirling in the air. Light saw the horse fly, but could watch it no longer, for where it flew to was directly towards him.
Light had no time to warn the passengers inside, so instead he used his hind legs to hop as high as he could and away from the caravan. He heard the final sounds of dying men mixed with the crushing of wood and the terrified screams of a horse. Light braced himself to land on the ground, bending his legs and folding his arms. He met the dirt painfully, but rolled in a way where he would not hurt the most. Where he rested then was on the ground, mud in his face and back aching.
He looked towards the Caravan which was now tipped over. No sound came from the fallen vessel. Light wanted to scream, check to see if anyone was still alive. However, he could do nothing such as that with that plant monstrosity around. At most, the only thing he would achieve would be that thing's attention.
Light turned his eyes to Clyde who stood in front of him with staff at hand. With a booming voice the mage said, "Move!" Those words were enough to tell anyone who knew of Clyde to leave the area quickly, lest they wanted to get caught in the chaos which his magic could create. The mage stamped his staff to the ground, and as soon as he did hot res began to flow from it. The res changed int fire and grew, scorching the very ground as it made a pathway towards the creature.
It was a nice idea to burn the beast, and anyone who thought of it would be considered of high intelligence. Unfortunately, this weather and the muddy water close to the beast was enough to make that idea, and any such that is similar, nothing but null. Ligth watched as the creature burned, burned, and burned but barely flinched under the heat. Soon the rain turned the fire to steam, and any plant or vine that was lost on this beast returned as though Clyde had done nothing.
Light huffed in frustration. It appeared that he and Clyde were destined to deal with the most difficult creatures in Mizahar. However, he would not handle that beast yet. His main goal right now was to do his job and make sure all the pedestrians were safe. So, Light stood and quickly ran over to the fallen caravan. There was a man, an ebonstryfe to be exact, who held an ax and stared at the monster like a statue. He looked as though he was even too scared to shake. Light became angry, ran up to the man with the ax, then swiftly and smoothly delivered a punch right to the man's cheek. He squealed under the force of Light's attack then fell to the ground. As quick as he had punched the soldier, Light grabbed the ax man's shirt and pulled him off the ground.
"What the petch are you doing?!" Light screamed. "We have people dying in that DAMN caravan and you're just STANDING here?! Be a MAN and stop SHYKING in your pants! Help me help them or fight that PETCHING MONSTROSITY!" Light then pushed the man back to the muddy dirt and ran towards what was left of the cart. The horse that had been flung was on top of it, not moving nor neighing. Blood was pouring from the side that was lying on the caravan. Light could swear that he saw a boot sticking out of the horse. It didn't take him long to guess whose boot it belonged to.
He opened the curtains of the caravan that led to the inside and nearly passed out from the sight. The amount of gore that came with the mixture of tools and planks was too much for even the strongest of men to handle. Bodies had been mixed with bodies, necks had been broken, and some people had even been swooshed by the non sentient cargo. There was also blood everywhere, and it was hard to determine to who it belonged to.
Light was ready to call it quits and label everyone in this caravan dead. That was until he heard a shrill cough, a sound familiar to one a kid would make. "Hello?" He called out, but no one answered. The man who Light had punched was standing behind him, ax at hand still; staring at that monster still. "Yell if that thing makes another attack at this cart," Light said to the stryfe soldier, hoping that he wasn't too scared to listen.
With a lot of fear in his heart, Light stepped into the cart while preying for safety from Rhysol. The blood was rotting fast, and Light found it very impossible to breathe while inside this toppled thing. It took him but a moment to find a child coughing furiously, held safely in the bosom of his now dead mother. Light reached for the little boy but he flinched to Light's touch. He had no time to humor the boys fear, though, and violently snatched the boy from his resting place. He ran out of the cart as fast as he could then handed the bloody, teary boy to the nearest stryfe soldier to him. Unfortunately, it was not the ax man who he handed the boy to. For that man had been killed long ago.
Other passengers that could not fight were escorted away from the creature and towards the back of the army. The seductive Paladin was barking orders to her men, telling those who were brave to stay on the battlefield and fight and those who were scared to escort the citizens away. It was too sad that his father was not here. This battle would have probably been over if Paladin Don Dicey were to deal with it. His father was a great tactician, bread specifically for war, this beast would be nothing to him. However, Don was not here, only his copy. But his copy, Light thought, would be more than enough to slay this monster.
But how?
Light stared towards the monster again, and within the corner of his eye he saw movement. A little girl with dark skin color who had been attached to Sullins was now flanking the monster stealthily. It was no sooner than when Light laid eyes on her that the girl metaphorically said "petch this," to being stealthy and ran up to the creature. She yelled at it, after she sent an arrow towards its side, and it looked at her with eyes of green fury. As quick as it saw her, it struck after her with fierce power Light had not seen since the horse incident.
Light sighed and began to sprint towards the girl. It appeared that the beast was not going to let her live; for it struck at her again as she fell to the ground. If only he had enough time to gather djed, then he would be able to perform some magic spell that could hurt it. But for now he had to make do with what he had.
The girl began to crawl away, but the monster would not let up its attempts at killing her. He had to avert its attention, make it go after him before it did something to hurt her.
Oh how much of a fool he was.
As the monster lifted up one of its long limbs to smash the girl to the ground, Light yelled from the top of his lungs- "HEY UGLY!" Djed began to course through his mouth as the beast finally noticed him. It gathered and gathered the same way spit would if he wished to store it. He thought about all that he could do and what spells with this tiny amount of magic he could use. At least the monster had taken its eyes off the girl, but it was still angry and still very lethal. The bad thing about all this, however, was that it had a new target.
"I AM YOUR BIGGEST THREAT! YOU BETTER KILL ME FIRST!" Light screamed to the creature while flowing his djed into it. The spell which he had used was of basic hypnotism. It was formally known as Suggestion, but Light had developed a new name for it within the moments of him casting it and it taking effect. The name was, 'The Possible Cause of His Death.'
The creature swiped at him with one of its extended arms. It would nearly have sent him flying off into the distance if he had not dropped to the ground. Light lived to live another day, but now the beast was irritated. Thrice now two people had managed to dodge fatal injury from its attacks. The monster was beginning to want more blood than ever.
Light jumped back to his feet as quick as his body would allow him, then he began to run the opposite way. Into the forest he headed while it tried to kill him. However, he soon reached a point where its swipes were no longer long enough to find its mark. So, in order for the creature to hit this maddening human, it would need to start chasing after him. And that was exactly what it began to do.
