Legacy of a Nazgul or Digimon ride to Minas Tirith. Chapter 13 – Wrath of Sauron.
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I continue this story…
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… What remained of the detachment commander lead to execute orders to defend their new allies, now was going somewhere to safety, they had many wounded on their hands. Witch-king's screech was able to kill or incapacitate almost a half of the entire squad. On their hands there were also two boys – Takato and Henry, who were rendered unconscious also.
Two digimon with their heads still very dizzy from that sonic attack were following close behind. When the squad leader decided that they are far away enough from danger, he ordered everybody to stop.
"Halt, take five, men. Private, go and find a medic immediately. He will take care of the incapacitated." The commander ordered and one of the soldiers ran away executing orders, while the others sat on the ground to recuperate. One of the soldiers checked out the pulse of both kids.
"Are they … alive?" Terriermon asked slowly. He was both eager and afraid to hear the answer.
"Yep, they are. Either they're very strong-willed, or incredibly lucky, or both. We lost half of our men to only one scream, but those guys lived through two of them and still live…" the soldier replied.
"I will go seek out Mithrandir, we will need his help if we are to fight this thread somehow. You stay here until further notice." The commander said and left also. The rest of the soldiers and the digimon stayed and waited, as they were ordered…
… With a flash of light both sight and consciousness were returned to Sakuiamon, as soon as that happened, she found herself flying against the wall, and barely managed to stop her body from hitting it. The whole thing inside her head took less than a second, and the first thing she saw as she raised her eyes to the sky was – darkness. It cloaked the moon once again, only this time it looked thicker, more sinister. And having this as a background, in the air her enemy levitated, lightened by a ghastly-white aura around him.
Suddenly, two more flashes pierced the darkness. Two straight beams from somewhere far away were seen once more. One of them was white just like the aura around Witch-king, and came from Minas Morgul, while the other was of orange-red color, like lava, and was coming from behind the mountains that surrounded Mordor. These beams of energy didn't disappear in the air, they suddenly changed their direction and with great speed went flying to Minas Tirith.
The light show managed to stop even the battle below, as both orcs and soldiers of Gondor stopped fighting, being shocked and amazed by what they just saw. Their eyes were now focused on the events happening above them. The streams of energy started to swirl around Witch-king, encapsulating him in a vortex of some sort, which looked both so beautiful and powerful at the same time.
Then, suddenly, a dreadful and awfully loud scream came out from inside the vortex. It was full of pain and anger, but it was not a screech of a Nazgul, not language of death. It was a scream of a human, it was not empowered by dark energy to instill fear, but even without that it sounded terrifying and tortured.
"Rika, I'm afraid we will have to fight whatever will emerge from that vortex alone, and we will have to kill it. Prepare yourself." Renamon's voice was heard inside the digital sphere Rika was in.
"I know. I am ready. But still…" Rika replied, when suddenly the whole energy vortex began to disappear, sucked inside the body inside it. The Witch-king looked different as he emerged from inside, absorbing both energy streams inside himself. His helmet was shattered, and only a circle of scrapped metal was around his "head", like a head-band. There was no darkness, as the hood was shattered also. He had nothing as a head in particular, but two burning eyes were clearly visible, their fires contrasted with blackness of the moonless night.
Sakuiamon barely got to a defense stance when suddenly her nemesis disappeared into thin air and reappeared right in front of her. She barely managed to block ferocious blows with her staff as she retreated back. Every blow was meant to cut away a limb or two and was made with such power that it almost beat the staff out of the digimon's hands several times.
"Renamon, we cannot retreat forever." Rika said inside her sphere.
"I know." Renamon's voice replied, and the next moment Sakuiamon meant the incoming blow with stiff resistance, forcing the attack to a standstill. They faced each other eye – to – eye for a moment and, before you know it, Witch-king set up his sword in flames, making Sakuiamon push the attacker away in reflex. The next moment the dark opponent continued his onslaught, and made a devastating blow that was supposed to cut Sakuiamon in two pieces. At the last moment she got her wand in the way of burning blade, for there too late to evade the attack.
This stopped the blow, but the wand was cut in two. But the Witch-king didn't expect her weapon to be destroyed so easily, and was not prepared for it, and that gave Sakuiamon enough time to fly away from her opponent at the time.
"Let's try this… Amethyst Mandala!" she exclaimed as she managed to cast a spell upon her enemy without her staff. A ring of golden energy appeared around Witch-King and started to decrease in size, threatening to crush its target. The Witch-king didn't reply anything, but from his back, one by one, eight "arms" of dark energy appeared, making him look as some wicked spider from afar. These "arms" tore the ring apart in a second, and the next moment Sakuiamon had to evade all 8 of them at once, as they tried to grab her…
…As the battle in the air continued, below, relatively safe from destruction of the battle of the gods, a medic finally managed to get through to wounded troops of the squad of citadel guards. One of the soldiers redirected the medic to children, saying that they must be helped first. Without any words medic dipped a piece of cloth in a strange mixture with a strong smell and brought it to the noses of both kids. In a second, they both woke up, coughing.
"Great, you're awake. Now get up and go help your friend who's taking the Witch-king on her own up there!" the doctor said quickly as he went to attend others. Both boys looked up in the air, and witnessed Sakuiamon fighting, but most often, fleeing, from the Witch-king, or whatever it was now.
"Hey, Rika managed to biomerge with her digimon! Maybe we will be able to do so with our digimon as well!" Henry exclaimed as he watched the fearsome battle in the air.
"Please, please, pretty please, D-Power, please, allow us to biomerge…" Takato was saying his prayers, holding his D-Power in front of his face, but the damn thing remained blank. The battle above was growing fiercer by the minute, and Sakuiamon was not winning.
"C'mon, work I'm begging you! We must help our friend!" Takato almost cried as he saw Sakuiamon being smashed against a tower with such force that the whole building collapsed. As Takato watched from afar Sakuiamon trying to get up from under the pile of rubble, a single tear appeared at his eye, as he saw his friends fighting for their lives and was powerless to do anything. The tear fell on the D-Power, which was held in his hand, and, suddenly, it began to glow. A moment after that Henry's D-Power began to glow as well.
"I don't know what you did Takato, but it worked!" Henry exclaimed in amazement.
"Biomerge activate!" they both shouted, as they were both encapsulated in spheres of yellow and green light. Inside, they and their digimon became one, and the next moment, from inside the spheres, two new digimon emerged. One, in heavy knight-like armor, armed with a spear and a big round shield, with a crimson-red cloak twisting in the wind behind him. The other, looked more like a machine, a transformer, with two large barrel guns on his hands. And although they were only one head higher than soldiers, those creatures still looked impressive. The soldiers awed in amazement, and stood up from the ground, as the newly-emerged digimon were about to go and join the fight.
"Good luck, sirs. We are counting on you. You must succeed where у have failed." The sergeant said and the whole squad raised their right hands in a military salute. The digimon replied to them with the same, and left for the battlefield…
…Meanwhile, below, the fighting began again. Soldiers of Gondor retreated to narrow alleys, where trolls could not reach them, and were fighting against Morgul orcs, who tried to break through the lines. The enemy's efforts here were useless, however, as it was impossible to break through a wall of shields with spears, swords and other sharp objects sticking out of it. Gandalf was busy coordinating the defense, as the trolls were destroying the buildings to allow more orcs to pass to fight, when, with bated breath, Ristor approached him, and said:
"Mithrandir, sir. We need your assistance…" and took a deep breath.
"I thought I ordered you to protect our allies! What are you doing here?" Gandalf asked strictly.
"And so we did, until we were ordered to retreat with the wounded. We need your help! My troops are no match for the Witch-king's firepower! There was nothing we could have done!" the commander exclaimed.
"Alright, I will go and will do everything to thwart our enemy…" the white wizard said as he got up on his Shadowfax and was about to ride to battle as well.
"I will remain here and coordinate our forces." He commander replied, but that reply forced Gandalf to stop.
"No, commander. Take some more of your troops and lead them to battle that goes above ." He said heavily.
"What difference would we make in that battle? We would be squashed like bugs!" the commander exclaimed harshly. He was not afraid for his life, but for life of his men.
"You might make a difference. True, you cannot hope to triumph against this enemy relying of mere strength of arms, but you might attract the enemy's attention on yourself, and in such battles every second, every distraction counts. Now gather your men and follow your orders!" the white wizard replied and left, riding his white steed.
"I obey my orders. Men! Get some crossbows out of that weapons pile and follow me! For Gondor!" he shouted to a squad of citadel guards that just arrived from the other flank of the defense to support the effort here. They obeyed that command, threw away their shields and pikes, replacing them with crossbows, and soon were running behind their leader to the place above which the battle was fought…
…It was a complete surprise to both Sakuiamon and Witch-king that Gallantmon and MegaGargomon suddenly appeared out of nowhere to join the battle. MegaGargomon unleashed a powerful wave of various projectiles at the enemy, and it was extremely difficult for Witch-king to defend against them, so he used four of his "hands" to create a shield that absorbed all of the attacks and launched it back at MegaGargomon, making him run for cover.
Witch-king was about to redirect his attention on Sakuiamon again, who was fatigued and weary from fighting on her own for such a long time, when suddenly the barrier he had created to defend himself against MegaGargomon was pierced by Gallantmon, who came through it like knife through butter, with his spear aiming right at Witch-king. He managed to dodge the spear, only to be hit with force by Gallantmon's shield of Aegis and was sent bashing into the ground.
"He is down! Don't let him rise up again! Dragon helix!" Sakuiamon screamed as she summoned 4 mystical foxes that were imbued with the powers of fire, water, wind and lightning, and they have unleashed their powerful attacks against the place where Witch-king fell.
"Final Elysium!" Gallantmon exclaimed as a powerful beam of white energy was released from his shield at the target.
"Hey don't forget me! Gargo Missiles mvahahah!" MegaGargomon added and launched two large missiles from his launchers. The whole place exploded, and was covered by a cloud of dust, from which there was nothing seen.
"Did we make it?" Gallantmon asked a bit impatiently as the cloud of war was clearing up.
"I sure hope so…" Sakuiamon replied, but, to their disappointment, when the dust cleared out, all they saw was … a black octahedron crystal in place of where Witch-king should have been.
"Damn, it seems he is invincible when he is within that thing. Don't come too close, or it will explode and hurt you with shards." Sakuiamon warned her comrades, and the next moment the crystal exploded, but Gallantmon hid behind his shield in time, Sakuiamon evaded the projectiles and MagaGargomon just stood still as shards ricocheted from his armor. When the cloud from the explosion disappeared, they saw their nemesis standing tall, without a scratch.
"Damn that bastard is difficult to kill." MegaGargomon said as he, Sakuiamon, 4 summoned spirit foxes, and Gallantmon stood against one opponent, and that one made them all tremble.
"I am tired of this game." The Witch-king said with a rather low voice, which was unusual, since he usually hissed, and by a movement of his hand a and whim of his will, out of thin air an army of black human-like figures appeared. They filled the entire place and were outnumbering their master's opponents greatly now.
"Charge." Witch-king ordered and with screech that resembled one of many bats, the figures swarmed the digimon. They were attacking Gallantmon, MegaGargomon and four spirits summoned by Sakuiamon, and even more appeared from behind to join the fight. Sakuiamon flied away from the minions of darkness, but she, apparently, was not their target to begin with.
The Witch-king levitated in the air right before her. Apparently, he ordered his faceless minions to keep the other two digimon busy while he could take her on close and personal. Before Sakuiamon could launch another magical attack, her opponent already got close enough with frightening speed, and slashed her with his flaming sword. At the last moment she managed to turn her body to receive the blow with her armor, and only that thing saved her life, but she was sent flying to the ground in flames.
That attack didn't terminate Sakuiamon, but her powers were not limitless, and the Witch-king was not a noble and foolish knight to allow his enemy to stand up from the ground. Sakuiamon barely managed to react when from the skies her nemesis came like thunder, with his sword aiming at her heart. She had no weapon to deflect the blow, and no time to evade it, so she stopped the cutting edge of the Morgul blade with her own hands.
The burning blade was arcing Sakuiamon's hands, and she was barely managing to hold back the blade which was guided by a merciless hand. The burning in her hands was unbearable to hold for much longer, so Sakuiamon hissed tried to break the sword with her hands. Her efforts proved in vane, the cursed blade didn't break, it only cut deeper inside her hands, and came for an inch closer to its target.
"Hold on! We're coming!" Gallantmon screamed as he dispatched one enemy after another, but when one of the black minions fell, ten more rose up to take it's place. They were not able to cut through in time.
"Time to die…" the Witch-king said as he pushed the blade slowly, enjoying the pain of his helpless foe. As there was one more push before the blade would find its way to the heart, from the nearest corridor, Ristor finally arrived with a new squad of crossbowmen.
"Fire at will men!" he ordered and shot his arrow first, followed by dozens of other crossbow bolts. The arrows did no damage to the mighty Witch-king, they burned down to ashes half of the way to their target. But this was enough to thwart the Nazgul's concentration at the last moment, and Sakuiamon managed to twitch the blade a bit, so it pierced the shoulder. And Sakuiamon screamed … probably for the first time in such a way, as the fiery sword went through her.
And that scream, full of pain and rage, made an effect on one of the digimon on the battlefield.
"Damn you to hell! I'm coming! Final Elysium!" Gallantmon screamed as he launched his attack to clear a way for him and purge the enemies around, and the next moment he was clashing weapons with the scourge of Sauron. The swarm of minions went after Gallantmon, but found an obstacle in face of MagaGargomon.
"I'll hold them off! You take care of him!" he screamed to Gallantmon as he devastated the countless ranks of the enemy's minions with his guns. Gallantmon was attacking with rage, striking the opponent with his spear, and cutting off the "arms" that were trying to get a grip on him…
… As Gallantmon managed to drive his evil nemesis away, Sakuiamon tried to stand up. Her wound was bringing her much pain, and only strength of will of both Rika and Renamon kept her going. But when she was about to fall on the ground, she felt being supported by shoulders of two soldiers who recently arrived.
"Come, we will carry you to safety." One of them said quickly as they rushed and hid in the corridor they arrived from. The others from the squad hid there also.
"Here we will not be such a visible target… Medic! Get over here!" the commander ordered, but Sakuiamon stopped him with a jest.
"He won't help. There is no blood." She said as she took her arm away from the wound. There was no blood, but the wound was glowing with light and blue particles were dispatching from it. She concentrated on the wound for a minute, and the particles stopped disappearing.
"What kind of sorcery is this…" a whisper went through the ranks of soldiers.
"It doesn't matter. My staff was destroyed in battle. I need a weapon." Sakuiamon said with beaten voice, and one of the soldiers took his sword out of his scabbards, and passed it to her.
"Take this one. It was made specially for fighting such things…" he said. Sakuiamon nodded, took the sword, and left to battle, still wounded, but willing to fight.
"When she will return the sword, I'll buy it from you. 600 golden coins." The commander said.
"Deal!" the soldier replied as all of them reloaded their crossbows and left out from their hideout, to make a small difference in the outcome of the battle…
…Sakuiamon returned to battle just in time to turn the tide of it. The Witch-king managed to live through the raging onslaught of Gallantmon, and was forcing the digimon back. Gallantmon already had several scars on his armor made by the enemy. Even with a shield, he was not able to beat his dark opponent in fencing, as the Witch-king had a thousand years to practice it and had impressive experience. She appeared from behind the enemy, and, while her summoned foxes were keeping the tentacles a bay, managed to deliver a slashing blow with her sword to the enemy.
Witch-king's armor defended him well, the blow didn't go through, but it made the Witch-king hiss in anger and make distance between him and both attackers. They stalked each other down for the second time, and MagaGargomon, who finished dealing with the rest of the minions, joined them.
"Murazor! I know you hear me! Fight your master's will!" Sakuiamon shouted loudly, towards the amazement of her companions.
"What are you talking about?" MagaGargomon asked, but Sakuiamon's plea managed to get her nemesis confused for a second. He regained his evil composure quickly though.
"I send my scourge, I send my sword, thus said my Lord!" he hissed and launched all of his "arms" at once with doubled strength, in order to decimate his enemies. Before the digimon could overpower the tentacles, Witch-king launched a volley of black fireballs from his hands, which exploded with terrible power, leaving devastation below. All attacks digimon launched met an impregnable wall of dark energy.
"Damn, he is too powerful! I wonder how much longer we can hold off his offence…" Gallantmon said while wheezing heavily. Sakuiamon didn't reply anything, but was holding to her shoulder again. The wound was not making it easier. But then, suddenly, Witch-king stopped his assaults.
"My master wants your lives … extinguished … now." He said bitterly, and clashed his hands together in a way monks do when praying, and started some strange enchantment.
"What … what is he doing?" MagaGargomon asked, but before anyone could reply, the digimon felt paralyzed by an unknown force, and strange symbol started to appear around them.
"What's … happening? I … can't … move…" Gallantmon hissed as he tried to overpower the spell, but in vane. "There are techniques in dark wizardry, against which there is no defense, they target and destroy the soul itself…" such a though came through both Rika and Renamon, whose essence felt the destructive power of the spell.
"We … are … doomed…" Sakuiamon managed to hiss back.
"I'm … sorry…" Witch-king hissed in return as he was about to finish casting the spell, and destroy his opponents completely and utterly. At that last moment, when darkness was about to triumph over the light, suddenly, a beam of light energy came from below and hit the Nazgul right where his head should be. He screamed in pain as he covered his eyes with his arms and fell to the ground like a shot duck. It was Gnadalf who launched the beam, he arrived at the last moment.
"Quickly, before he recovers, slay him!" the white wizard screamed to Sakuiamon, who managed to shake off the bonds of a broken spell faster then the others. From above she saw her enemy rising up again, relying on his sword, and she knew what must be done. Faster than lighting she darted below, and without hesitation struck the Witch-king right in his heart, or at least where it should have been, through the chest plate.
The explosion that followed shattered the sword, and send Sakuiamon flying against the wall. A powerful lightning struck, followed by a loud thunder. With a scream which contained thousands of screams of tortured souls that fed his power, two streams of energy, which empowered him, left his body, leaving large holes in the armor, and fled back where they came from, leaving the shell they were encapsulated in.
Gallantmon, MagaGargomon and Gandalf approached Sakuiamon and helped her stand up, and after that redirected their attention at the defeated enemy. The Witch-king was still alive, if he could have been called alive, but he was dying. His pride was forcing him to stand up, relying on his sword, yet strength was leaving him.
"I … am defeated … Even with master's power … Perhaps there is … hope for the world of Men … after all… I am happy … to leave this place … at last… Thank … you…" these were his last words, as he collapsed to the floor and his fiery eyes extinguished forever…
... Witnessing their leader fallen, the forces of Mordor panicked, and ran from the walls in great speed, and even the eight remaining Nazgul were not able to stop the fleeing orcs, who were out of control. Half of the force went back to Lugburz, and the other half was met by approaching reinforcements from king Théoden, and was destroyed.
"This is how it ends… Battle that will be remembered and a great victory…" Gandalf said thoughtfully as he watched the enemy running away from the walls. The ultimate digimon disbanded into more simple ones and their tamers, and they watched it too
"And for some reason … this victory … didn't bring me satisfaction I expected…" Renamon whispered to her tamer.
"Yes, for some reason … it seems … hollow." Her tamer replied…
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Finally did it. I'm not too good in describing battles, sorry =( And I know the witch-king didn't have all that wagon of spells in the real thing, but I thought he should have them to live up to his reputation of "the strongest human wizard in history and blah blah blah.