Scourge Fifty-Seven - Gate

Scourge Fifty-Seven - Gate

Scourge Fifty-Seven - Gate

Ive never seen a full-on battle like this, so I forgive myself for freezing a little.

Fortunately, my monsters are a bit more sanguine about this kind of thing and they don't hesitate to rush into the battle.

The mantises push in deep into the enemy lines, some of them charging right towards the necromancers who are operating within their own little circles in the undead horde. The majority of my monsters though just press up against the undead, attacking with tooth and claw and ripping through three undead for every monster lost.

Unfortunately, were outnumbered a whole lot more than just three to one.

Fortunately, the Templars and the few magical monsters we have on our side make up for that.

Waves of spikes rip from the earth, each one an orderly distance apart and set at precise angles to ensure that theyll deliver maximum pain to the undead. I catch sight of Lily, arms waving around while huge gushes of fire turned the undead into unalived skeletons.

Thats the kick in the pants I need. Im not about to let Lily be more useful than me. Shes so... so... frustrating. I can already imagine how smug shell look if she kills more undead than I have.

With that particular bit of disgust roiling in my tummy, I bring my arms up above my head, trusting that Felix will be able to hug me in place if I start to tip, and then I focus on weaving a powerful spell. This is a bit of dark magic that Ive only ever cast in practice, but it should be effective here.

Darkness swells above me as a growing, barely contained cloud that keeps expanding and contracting in on itself. Thats the easy part. The tricky bit comes as I turn whats basically an obscuring cloud of darkness into a miasma that reacts violently with any flesh it touches. Its not an acid. Acids are chemicals. This is pure disgusting magic.

With a grunt of effort I press the spell down and let it splash down onto the backlines of the undead horde, right where a few wide-eyed necromancers are gathering next to some of the more impressive undead.

Is that cloud kill? Felix asks.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Yup, I say.

Is it still in your control range? she asks as the cloud starts to disperse, melting undead as it spreads.

Nope, I say.

How are you going to move it? Felix asks. And how are you going to stop it from washing over our allies?

Uh.

I may be a bit overzealous in wanting to use the cooler spells I have instead of the more effective ones. Felix laughs and gives me a quick squeeze. Alright, Ill try to push it backwards with some wind. That should work, right?

It should, yeah. Normal wind wont do anything, but joy-tinted wind will work just fine, I say.

You concentrate on normal attacks then. Oh, and keep us shielded. I bet those neck fetishists down there will notice that were the ones causing them a bunch of trouble.

Got it! I say. Two dark shields spring to life on either side of us. Theyll give away our position but Id rather have them ready.

Felix grins. Step one: rekill the undead and the cultists. Step two: dont get hurt. Step three: reward hugs.

I laugh. Alright, maybe it is a great plan!

Felix walks over to the stairwell and drops to one knee with her eyes closed. Hmm, its clear on the floor below. I think theres something moving on the floor under that, but its hard to tell. Too many echoes.

Alright, I say. I pull my shields around so that theyre ahead of us, just in case, then I rush down the staircase while creating dark bolts next to myself. Theyre all ready to cast at a moments notice. The top floor of the gatehouse isnt very impressive. Theres access to the balcony set over the gate itself and a few tables and chairs laid out across the room. It looks more like a break room than anything else.

Theres a hard rattle below us though, and the unmistakable sound of at least two people arguing.

It wont rise!

Of course it wont! Theres like a hundred undead on the bridge and two of us. You can barely lift a full tankard and you think you can raise a hundred undead.

Ive raised more than that.

I meant literally, you moron!

Felix glances at me, then with a tap to her lips for silence, weaves a happy little spell around us. It muffles our steps as we approach the edge of the staircase leading down.

We need more muscle, the first voice says.

I could have told you that before we came here.

Look, theres pulleys and counter-balances. Normally one guard could raise the entire thing with ease, alright. Its hardly my fault its not working!

Taking the steps one at a time and very slowly so that they dont creak, Felix and I climb down to the floor below.

Theres three figures in the room. Two necromancers in the robes of Altums cult, and a large, very muscular abomination that looks like it has the muscles of a horse stitched over the body of a man.

I mould the ends of my dark bolts so that theyre a little more blunt, then point to Felix and then the abomination. She nods.

Maybe we can get-- wait, who are? One of the guys spots us. So I take that as a signal to shoot and both of my bolts zip across the room and ram into the cultists chests. They fold over double before flying off, entirely winded.

Felix lets out a loud hah! and a swipe of sharp air cuts across the room and slices the undead in half.

I guess that does it for the bridge, I say. That was surprisingly easy.

I hope that the rest of this thing will be just as easy too.

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