THE QUEEN OF MAGIC
Quentin landed, immediately pulling free his sword and charging towards the Demons.
‘Quentin!’ he heard Clive yell followed by a bunch of swear words, that despite everything made Quentin grin and his spirits soar.
Beneath his feet he could feel the vibrations caused by Nessie and the Dragons as their feet pounded the hard packed ground as they chased and slowly over took him.
Wow, they are so fast, thought Quentin as they joined the battle seconds before his own sword bit deep into the arm of a Demon as it tried to attack Serilda from behind.
Clive and Bluey were soon by his side and together they moved forward, protecting each other, Serilda, Arend and Abhaar spread out, one in front the other two either side protecting their flanks.
Nessie bellowed his war cry and grabbed a huge Demon around the waist and squeezed. In full Kraken mode he was immensely strong, not to mention huge, and the Demon kicked his legs as he was lifted bodily off the ground, sounds of bones cracking and breaking joining the screams, yells and cries that filled the battle field.
Quentin found himself momentarily without a Demon and looked around, taking in the battle, gauging it and felt a surge of pride as his men took the fight to the foe without fear or hesitation. The handpicked men all had spears and were working together in teams, circling a Demon and stabbing it from all sides. He saw Shaun, his sword of light visible even in the daylight, it blazed so bright, fighting two Demons at once, Peter ever by his side, darting in to score a cut, weakening the beasts.
Something grabbed Quentin; hands around his middle, nails screeching as they scrapped his armour and then he was flying through the air, crashing down, the air leaving his lungs in a whoooosh!
Struggling to get up; a huge weight landed on top of him, teeth biting inches from his face, clawed hands trying to tear at his armour, and the breath! Quentin gagged on the bile that rose up his throat and filled his mouth. He grabbed at the body, his fingers gripping fur and tried to heave the animal off but it was just too big and heavy.
He felt panic stir within him as he struggled before he remembered his knife. One hand scrabbled for it, whilst his other hand trembled as it squeezed the breast’s throat, keeping the snapping teeth inches away from his face as drool landed wetly on his face and slid over his mouth.
As suddenly as the weight had landed, it was gone. The large wolf thing yelping as it was lifted clear, Serilda looking down at him.
‘You getting up or what?’ she said.
The Hell Hound scratched its claws along her side causing her to gasp aloud before gripping her hand tight and snapping its neck.
‘You’re hurt,’ said Quentin scrambling to his feet.
‘It’s nothing,’ said Serilda one hand pressed to her side.
Quentin picked up his sword and swung it all in a single movement, the sharp blade slicing across the eyes of another Hell Hound sending it crashing to the earth, blood pouring from its face.
‘Where did they come from?’
‘No idea,’ said Serilda.
Bluey and Clive, seeing Serilda was hurt, moved closer.
‘Thought we’d lost you there for a moment,’ said Clive.
‘It was close, Serilda saved me but she’s hurt.’
Lightning fell all around them as the Magic Users strode up and joined the fight.