Re: 54 - Stormbringer
Archons still rain flame and lightning down on the city, and upon the ground around it. Many of those that do, though, find themselves the targets of multiple bursts of mystical green energy, either from guards at the tower itself, or from the riders of the agile ormvråkar which circle above it.
Still more are attacked by other Archons, and the sky is filled with a terrible sound, like the shattering of every window in all the worlds. Broken Archons fall from the air, or explode into a green fire, which clings to them, flowing across their form, and consumes it.
On the field, in an area littered now with, fallen, sundered tree stumps, Cyan and Aaron continue to fight. Both are bleeding from numerous minor wounds, cuts and abrasions, and neither of them seems to care. Their blades move unceasingly, but there are less and less foes to attack now. The danioti are fleeing, much to the apparant amusement of Right, and the few eshurianti who had been in the area are long gone.
Morgan is nearby, striking at any still-mobile danioti that comes close, while the claws of the panthers prove adept at pinning the fallen Archons, finishing the injured.
And then, it happens...
A small, blue-white fleck darts closer, expands into a hoop of lightning, and strikes at one of Leareth's comrades. The panther falls...
Freed of constraints, the Samhain drakes spread further, hunting down mages with deadly efficiency. Their targets are becoming harder to locate, as their numbers diminish... And then flame and lightning roar up from the forest, as the drakes meet resistance.
Dorian fades into view, close to Cyan, and a nearby danioti howls, + THE WORLD KILLER! +, in the moment before the blade, Gurthang cleaves it in two, scattering jagged shards of metal all around, some of them adding further to Cyan's wounds.
Guided by James' calm, commanding voice, and by Trista's gentle pushing, people stream towards the East Gate now, moving past James and Trista, faster and faster, taking advantage of the light provided by the burning combatants.
Berd rises, flying clear of the woman's shoulder, and a cooling breeze seems to blow around Trista, and James too. The heat in the hall seems to drop to much more tolerable levels.
And then Jehoel cries out, + I HAVE DONE WHAT I CAN FOR NOW! STRIKE WHILE HE IS WEARY! + The two Archons break apart, and for an instant, James has a clear view of the one which glows a sickly green. He hurls the stone, with all his strength, and the fire dims as Archon is struck, and it drops lower, within reach of those on the ground...
Parcifal stands within the gate, and his sword of crystal blazes with a light from within, pulsing with the regularity of a heartbeat, but quickening as the enemy draws closer...
Tahirah stands with him, the troops gathering around her, weapons readied...
Wheels of flame move into the broken gateway, and a gesture from Tahirah engulfs them in a wave of dirt, gravel, and broken stone. Some are buried, some merely knocked aside, and a few manage to evade it altogether.
But the weapons of Charyk unleash destructive energies at those which still move, while Parcifal steps forward to cut down those who manage to struggle free of the rubble.
Behind them there are screams and cries of relief, as people start pouring through the inner gateway, from the fire-shot darkness inside the citadel...
Rising high above the battlefield, Luke shines with a brilliant white light, like the Morning Star. He reaches out his will, and higher still, where the Archons gather to prepare their counter-attack, it starts to snow. A moment later the hail starts, and then the air itself starts to freeze around them...
The eshurianti gutter and dim, as bone-chilling cold draws the heat from them, and an icy wind, cold as the void between the stars, blasts across them, extinguishing their flame. Danioti start to slow, as layers of ice build up on their metal surfaces.
Weakened, the Archons start to drop, warming as they descend, regaining strength. And most use that renewed strength to flee...
With Vohu Maranah gone, moved on to fight other battles, Roman, Banglen-Yp, and Jonnee are forced to find their own entertainments.
Banglen-Yp, carefully targeting only those Archons who seem intent on killing her, finds that the energy discharges from her strangely-deformed arm are effective against both danioti and eshurianti, stunning them and dropping them to the ground, where Jonnee's brintizi can deal with them more easily.
Roman deals with the herenethi, who seem to have an immunity to Banglen-Yp's weapon, though he isn't fussy, and his Chaos blade cuts danioti and eshurianti also, if they come within range. Of course, he must get closer, which brings its own risks, and with so many of the Archons to fight, he eventually starts to suffer as they unleash their energies, or slash at him with their razor-edged forms.
Jonnee is bleeding from a score of wounds, and a number of the brintizzi are dead, or incapacitated.
Lightning and fire hammer the ground around Banglen-Yp, knocking her off her feet. Dimly she hears Jonnee laughing, as she scrambles to her knees and seeks a target. There is no target.
Overhead, Archons are vanishing... simply winking out of existence in increasing numbers. Never have they encountered resistance of this sort. Even their own kind fight against them.
The more that vanish, the more that continue to vanish.
Discretion appears to be the better part of valour, even for an Archon...