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The final countdown
The Broo lord, beloved of Thed herself, circles, assailed on everyside. Pincers, poisoned tail and studded club, darting this way and that, causing pain, destruction and death…. Heroic gods reply in kind, with Iron shod hooves, bull’s horns, fire and good old fashioned bronze: stabbing, slashing cutting and in one case head butting repeatedly.
With each connecting blow, blood splatters across the snow covered ground, solidifying in to powerful crystals waiting to be claimed as victor’s prizes if any live to see the end…..
A boom, heard across the ages, scatters a handfull of darting cats as Crevice slams shut on empty air, the Broo’s legs pulling out of the way at the last moment. Dolwynn, teeth grating from the mighty crash, slices a leg off, only to be bowled over by a backswing of the beast’s mighty club. The same club that Urox and Waha, father and son, both dodge as they leap up on the wide scorpion back. Weapon’s slashing and mighty iron hooves kicking ….Hell bent on bringing down their cursed foe. Waha laughs as he takes a blow to the chest, the rage of battle strong on the warrior as he begins to pound his chaos foe.
It’s a nightmare swirl of action: ducking and weaving, slashing and punching, armour creaking under the strain of magically charged blows.
Zorak zoran and his chaos fighting friend are hit by devilish rune magic, a loud crack and a mace explodes and Boztang fumbles, tripping over his feet to land in a heap upon the floor.
To one side ss he goes for the kill, Palmir’s raised shield is punctured by a foot long poisoned tail spike, which pumps venom into the air, inches from the warrior's face. As the tail flicks free to face the Praxian threat behind, the Humakti sees his chance and buries his sword to the hilt in the creature’s suddenly unprotected abdomen. The blade sings with holy joy and burns white hot, as it deals a god blessed blow…
Sweeping upwards and backwards the tail hits Urox in the chest, but fails to penetrate armour as Waha/Rothar jabs his borrowed blade deep between the creature’s scaly shoulder blades.
It screams. Two hero blows that must settle the day’s scores…
Simultaneously to the fore, the gods of light dance their firey dance, as a snow troll is cut in two by one giant pincer, the other snipping the top third of Yelmalio’s already battered shield clean off. Proxenus retalilates with his aluminium claw jabbing between armoured plates, but before he can follow up he is overcome by a wave of despair and can see nothing but a future of defeat… Enraged King Eft just roars and dematerializes, joining the struggling Lion spirit as it tears at the Lord of Thed’s chaos cursed soul.
Beyond this whirl of battle, the undine hits the Gorpgod, swamping the foul chaos jelly, just as Inora’s magic charged snowflake lands…. The very air is frozen and a perfect semi sphere of ice is left. Gorpgod and Jarenst frozen still………….
The beast must know that it has taken mortal blows for it’s allied spirit sends out a flurry of magic once again. Waha/Rothar stops still and looks about, befuddled by the confusion of where he is. As he looks towards the strange Bullheaded god standing next to him, kicking an even stranger beast in the head, he gets smaked by the Broo scorpion’s tail and goes flying across the cave.
Beneath all this ,Dolwynn ,reeling from the blow to his head can only look on in horror as the now dying chaos beast sinks to it’s knees and begins to topple over.
Crevice slithers through the snow and lies in wait…..
Gort just hunkers down Fuck this for a game of soldiers
