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.
YUK!
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.’
Clive
nodded.
Lightning
fell all around them as the Magic Users strode up and joined the fight.
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