23 Desperate Battle END
Huron stepped forward, the ground rumbled lightly. A sense of perpetual danger encompassing Duth's senses, whilst the Warhammer buzzed with torrents of lightning!
ZOOM!
A blast of sound followed by a conjuration of speed encasing the flying torpedo of said Warhammer!
KASHZINK!
Sidestepping he conjured [Barrier] to take an indirect non lethal blow! The warhammer slid off with a torrent of lightning snaking across the barrier, attempting to breach it. Duth felt the shock fighting to reach him. Granted that was the least of his problems!
Huron was already on top of him. A blur of a shadow followed by a powerful punch alerted him to Huron's sudden presence!
Crack!
Hie Barrier cracked, followed by another, the punch did not reach him, but it did break his barrier. Huron moved to fling out another punch just as fast and deadly. Duth's rage welled up in his eyes, pouring over as a crimson aura built swiftly, expanding out in an explosion of fierce rage!
[Soul fiery]
Huron shot back as the energy field of hatred revenged his entire front. Duth exhaled excess mana, inhaling again. Although it was certainly a confusing sight, he did not inhale oxygen, but mana. Notably he only gained two mana from that..
Huron coughed, a taste of copper reaching his lips. He spat, before heaving from the blow. He began to rise, but Duth was faster to the punch. Driving his remaining hand into Huron's gut! He puked blood this time. Splattering his chestplate in crimson.
A skeletal hand gripped his neck, dragging him to his feet and even off it. He struggled to breath, clearing the last part of the fight drained him quickly of his stamina. Duth stared into those half dead eyes. Chuckling darkly. His voice came out in a hushed whisper that seemingly echoed. The arcane words stabbed at Huron, who barely reacted as he reached out his hand towards Duths face. Unfortunately he couldn't go any further.
"Any.. Last Words.. Mortal?"
Huron's expression slowly changed with effort. A small smile forming across his face as he uttered a guttural response.
"Fuck You"
!!!
Duth dropped Huron and attempted to duck, being caught by just enough to take immense damage!
Hp: 3/30
Twenty two points were taken off, he felt his skull had fractured. Before Huron laughed "Didn't see that coming did you?" Duth picked himself up, a scowl sounding from Huron as he wielded his warhammer. He had called it back to him. Nearly killing the lich in the process!
Duth did not take kind to this. This fight against one man had been a nightmare. He shot out his hand [Fire Missile]!
Clank!
Huron swatted the mana bolt out of the air, albeit with little grace. Yet he spoke up painfully. "You think that'll work on me?"
"Perhaps.. Not, how.. About.. This?"
His mana was at nine, but he could see the number ticking up one, to ten.. Enough.
[Bone Trap]
Three boney jagged spikes lunged from the ground around him, Huron brought his warhammer down on the first, but the remaining bypassed his defenses. The first sank into his back, causing an agony to rise from him, but the last cut him off, as an upper cut of jagged spike to the jaw pierced his head. Like a complex staking.. Ending the man's life. Duth relaxed as he watched him die quickly.
[+500 EXP]
Duth dropped to the floor he needed to recover.. Given each level did that already. He checked the system satisfied at what he saw.
[Lich system]
Name: Duth
Lv[8] - Exp 20/300
[Stats]
Hp: 100/100
Mp: 155/155
SP: 30
SM: 3200
Skills: Fire missile[Lv.3], Raise dead[Lv.7], Group Harvest[Lv.4], Bone trap[Lv.3], Souls wrath[Lv.2], and Barrier[Lv.2]
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CLANK! ZINK! PING!
Sophia shown to the knight like a burning beacon. They closed in, crossing swords with her and lasted merely a single clash, the inhuman strength she drove them back with made them wary of her heavy handed strikes. If before she could only defend and parry attacks/counter attack. Now she was on the full frontal offensive. Three alone were having issues getting close enough. They crossed blades and upon pacing back they came out with wounds instead. Unlike normal damage, divine will kill them easily. Each wound shook their ancient souls, imagine a greasy floor. If you try to clean it with soap and water it won't do much. But if you add a chemical meant to remove the grease? Then it would work. Same applies here, divine is that grease removing agent. The floor is the undead vessel and the grease is that soul.
Each strike dislodged the soul just a little more. Whilst three knights fought Sophia, two took on the cleric, which delivered divine punishment via a very wicked looking mace. Although the bludging mace didn't do much, they also sported a shield. Which held off a lot of attacks alone. However the cleric knew that it wasn't whether or not they could survive, but how much longer they had left until the divine ran out. The cleric had a wisp of divine at their beckon call. But even that has its limits and they already felt their wisp of divine hitting its limits.
Much faster than normal, given it was through this wisp that both Sophia and the cleric survived. It was the source in which they both drew divine power. 45 minutes.. Left..
That's when both heard the haunting sound of flesh being pierced. Huron had died, his warhammer dropping. They felt despair, sorrow and rage. Yet the rage was nothing more than a candle, they didn't have the energy to conjure anything from the depths of their souls. As they were tapped out to begin with. Only the divine source was their light, but even it will die out.
The cleric looked at the lich, a hopeless endeavor reminding them that even if the undead die, that thing will only make more. They can't reach it and Huron, their leader died to it. Although the Lich was severely damaged, that did little to ease the hopelessness. To further empathize, the lich glanced up at them. Whilst bone fragments slowly crawled up their skeleton and merged with where it broke off.
The damned Lich was healing!
"Guh!"
The cleric was so focused on those dead eyeless sockets they didn't realize Sophia had been flanked and cut asunder from the waist down. Nearly removing her leg! The moment she fell the knights swarmed impaling and stabbing into a bag of flesh that was nothing more than that at the end of her life.
The cleric paled before they felt a pain soar through their chest and bled them of their life quickly. Only falling forward when the wicked blade withdrew from their gut!
The desperate battle that the adventurers fought ended, the rest of their numbers being slain swiftly leaving a road caked in blood and the bodies of twenty one adventurers, including Huron.
