26 Kill it with fire
Fights continued through the evening, growing more desperate with each hour. Even if some figured out the supposed loophole, who could be entirely sure? Those that were in possesion of a room would not risk it, while those on the outside had no one to test it with.
Only a few formed alliances and fought themselves a room with superior numbers. It were mostly the commoners who were outclassed in magic and fighting skills by the noble.
A knock sounded on the door, Vincent looked over annoyed but said nothing.
So the guest invited himself.
The arrogant ptick form the breakfast came in. He had short brown hair, and round cheeks. His gaze hovered one disgusting moment on Typh before landing on Vincent whom he deemed more important.
"Give me this room, I will give you more money than a commoner could ever earn. What do you need the place in the academy for anyway?"
Even the silent spectator, following them everywhere, seemed amused.
Typh showed him the middle finger, her lips pressed together and her green eyes ablaze.
"No one wants you, Gaius." Her voice was fierce.
Gaius face contorted for a moment before he went to leave. "You will regret this." His voice shook.
"Fuck off." Typh was seriously annoyed, and even he seemed to notice it.
"How is this going to last for another nine days."
They could not sleep one bit. Not because Vincent found the floor hard, or because Typh was exited.
Screams could be heard outside as a figure slowly made its round.
Those who went into a marked bedrooms were dragged away, one after another. Vincent could only hear the sounds of their magic, and their desperate screams.
"What is happening there, you would think they were getting executed,…." His voice trailed of as he felt the figure responsible for the turmoil enter his domain.
It had the force of a peak rank one mage.
And it was a monster.
Magic flew around the three eyed armoured skeleton as the heavy boots drummed on the floor. It carried a man sized cage on its back, spiked protruding skulls giving it a heavy air. 'Reminds me of a heavy matel cover, what are those instructors thinking?'
Slowly, slouching, it came near.
"What the fuck?" He stood up abruptly. "Let us kill it."
Typh glanced at him, surprised.
"It did not say that we are not allowed to kill the executoner, besides the stele has already updated itself more than once. Who knows maybe it will dragg us away too."
A manic grin surfaced on his lips as he mumbled. "It would be a fine specimen, is it alive or dead?"
Without waiting Vincent walked towards the door, the two remaining steel rings transforming into two long bolts made to deal with undead. The rest of the metal was needet to contain the sphere.
"Hey, should we not make a plan?"
Typh stood up, dark circles under her eyes.
"We improvise." Vincent placed his hand on the door, concentrating. "We have no idea what kind of magic it can use so be careful.
A single drop of blood was smeared on the wooden surface.
Like a cancer cell, it spread over the brown door turning everything into a red and jellow pulsing mass of flesh.
"Is is almost here, what if it killes us?"
The steps came nearer and nearer, halting at the other side. A strange silence ensured, then it made another step, planning to continue its mission.
The door collapsed outward.
Like a tide it fell onto the Skeleton after Vincent gave it a good kick. Devouring it.
Vincent leaned against the empty door frame, the world around him spinning. He just lost two thirds of his mana.
"What are you waiting for, destroy it."
Typh was stunned, the sudden development throwing her of.
The sight of the struggling skeleton however seemed to animate her, and her instincts kicked in.
She sprinted towards it.
Bones prodded out of the winding flesh red and yellow mass, cutting and destroying the tissue. No blood flowed, but strange pus dripped from the open wounds searing melting everything it came into contact with.
Not wanting to risk herself Typh grabbed the wooden chair and rammed it into the struggling mass.
Something inside seemed to break and fall, as everything collapsed backwards.
Before she could celebrated victory, the flesh mass stopped moving. It had no circulation system nor a lung to send oxygen to the muscles.
The executioner cut himself free. The cell no longer attached to his back and the armour in shambles. Parts of the bones were broken and others liquified.
Slowly however they were mending themselves, growing back as good as they could.
Typh saw her chance and attacked him again.
The skeleton broke off one of its own ribs with its right hand and blocked the chair with its left. A few bones shattered but it seemed not to bother.
With movements so agile, they surprised Typh, it rammed the makeshift weapon at her head.
She deflected the strike at hairs breath. Still, it left a deep bloody gush on her arm.
"I will need some time to heal myself."
Her short shout was not unheard by Vincnet who more or less recovered.
He felt it, the mana of the enemy was rapitly declining, as it struggled to rebuild. If it continued bleeding mana like this, it would soon have nothing left.
One of the bolts in his hand shot forward, hitting the enemy straight in the eye. The cold steel shattered the bone and stuck, pointing out at the other side of the head.
The automatic regeneration kicked in, jet it only produced strange cancer like clusters around the metal. Further draining its energy reservs.
The skeleton staggered back, giving Typh the time to retreat and use a healing spell.
With much effort it managed to wrench the projectile out, leaving a gaping hole in it's skull.
"Well I thought it would be dead."
Vincent readied the second needle, planning to fire it the moment the world stopped spinning around him from the mana shock.
He only dodged the shot by hairs breath. The skeleton had aimed its bone at his heart,throwing it like a javilin. Only his trained reflexes poropelled him to move out of the way.
Now however it prodded out of Vincent's shoulder.
He slumped down, in pain.
The first thing Vincent did was serve the nerves with mould flesh. Then he yanked it out. Blood spurted.
He pressed his palm on the open wound, fully immersing himself in the process of healing, his mana dwindling.
Typh made a desperate decision. She ran towards the skeleton, her wound almost healed.
The executioner parried her strike but did not expect what came next. She grappled it and burned.
The skeleton was trying to break free, jet it had no more mana. Silver flames devoloped it, as all strengh left its system. Collapsing.
A maniac laughter echoed through the whole dorm, scaring the shit out of the remaining students.
