Re: 54 - Stormbringer
Fangmir hurtles upwards, spinning, end over end, as it rises, and...
Around Tahirah, the people gather, their faces blank.
This is the Lords' Witch. She can look into your heart, and see what will happen to you in a month, and why it will be your own fault. And now she speaks of hope, and a new home, and a being out of Legend stands beside her.
Gradually the blank masks start to suffuse with excitement, awe, and even joy. In the midst of all the destruction, these people live anew.
Parcifal raises the blade, and light flows from it, sketching phosphorescent green lines on the shattered walls, the broken floor and falling ceiling, the weary flesh of his audience, even the very air itself.
And there is a door, where none had been before...
... the sword strikes the metal of the rainwater cistern, severing the support and piercing the tank itself, and the whole structure tilts, the remaining supports groaning under the strain. Then it stops, precariously...
Morgan's blade strikes, again and again, as the Archon is distracted by the fast-moving panthers. Each strike is marked by a shower of blue-white sparks. There is a flash, and the smell of scorched hair and burning grass as Leareth hurls himself aside at the last instant, only to spring back again.
All of them spring, and the Archon goes down beneath claws and blade. Pinned by their mass, it attempts to break free, as a strange white fire flows from its wounds. It cannot move. It cannot break free. In a last desperate move, it flees, injured, perhaps mortally.
There is a charred circle on the ground, and a smell of ozone in the air, and two panthers who will not fight again, possibly for some time...
... balanced, but for only a heartbeat...
... Parcival strides to the door, and hurls it wide. "Go through, my friends, to your new home. It is a place like Charyk, but as it was long ago. Make your new life there!"
And they start through, while behind them, a pile of discarded weapons starts to grow...
... before metal rips, as the tank twists beneath the weight it holds. A seam splits, and thousands of gallons of rainwater falls in a sudden torrent.
"Three!" roars James, and in the same instant, Israfil senses the approaching danger. Too late. Cold water slams down like a hammer blow. pounding the Archon to the floor, and dousing his flames. James, Trista and Berd hurl themselves aside as what passes for Archon flesh explodes into steam.
Israfil screams...
Outside, a strange scene plays out. A creature, approaches Aaron, Cyan and Dorian. Large and hulking, it stands naked, yet its body is covered in metal scales, barbs, hooks and blades, and those razor-sharp implements slide and flow across its form in a constant motion, which seems to bear no relation to the creature's own movements. It stops at a respectable distance, watching Left and Right carefully.
Soqed Hezi has, it seems, simply come to pay its respects.
+ GREETINGS TO YOU, DEFENDERS OF WORLDS. YOU HAVE GAINED A VICTORY HERE, TODAY. +
+ BUT IT HAS BEEN AN IMPORTANT DAY FOR ANOTHER REASON TOO. +
+ NO LONGER DO YOU FIGHT ALONE. THE NEPHELIM HAVE DECIDED TO ACT, INSPIRED BY METATRON'S SACRIFICES. THE SERAPHIM NO LONGER HAVE FREE REIGN, TO DO AS THEY WILL. THERE WILL BE WAR NOW, AMONG THE ARCHONS. +
Roman, Banglen-Yp, Jonnee Kay and the brintizzi make their way into the centre of the battlefield, just in time to see the strange creature standing before Cyan and the others. Jonnee is limping, and moving slower than Cyan, Dorian, and Aaron have ever seen before.
Left darts forward, hovering before Banglen-Yp, and says, curiously, + HAVEN'T I KILLED YOU ONCE, ALREADY, TODAY? + Definitely a question.
James, Trista and Berd move slowly through the gloom, lit by shafts of daylight from the broken ceiling. Fangmir is found, still embedded in a fallen section of the cistern. James pulls the blade free, looking briefly like some reincarnation of King Arthur.
The trio are burned, battered, bruised... but Israfil is gone, no more now than a few steaming fragments of fire-blackened material, somewhere on the floor behind them.
Ahead lies the East Gate...