I can not appoligize enough for my lack of updates, but i haven't been able to stop playing WoW. I'll use all my unholy powers to get chapter 13 up soon. Just a warning, i'm not great at fight scenese but i hope you'll enjoy. R&R.
Chapter 12
I burst out of the heavy wooden doors of the prison and into the interior walls of the fortress. I'm bathed in cool night air and fresh moon's light, both feel wonderful in my fur. There are guards on either side of me, both so surprised by my sudden appearance neither draws their sword. I take both sentries in my hand and smash them together. "Guards!" screams a merchant. Already, sentinels are pouring out of their tents, armed with swords, axes and muskets. Above me, a rain of arrows assaults the group, thinning the herd. Aloos has taken a strategic position on the roof of the jail. From there, he can snipe at his targets without threat of retaliation. Tyrr slinks to my side and enters a battle stance. One of the soldiers swings his sword to take off her head. She ducks beneath the swipe and shoves her dagger through the humans chin to reach his brain. Another guard comes behind her. The elf draws her blade and with a swing cuts open his throat. I'm busy myself. Two soldiers have marked me their targets and are approaching me from either side. I summon a bolt to my hand and send it through one of the human's chest. For the other, I swing my new hammer into his leg. He stumbles before me, moaning in pain and parylized. I lift a hoof and bring it down onto his head: ending his life. Aloos leaps down behind me and parries a slash that would've cut deep into my back. He ducks as I lift my hand and release a blast of fire into the human. A distance away, Tyrr is dodging the dogged assault of particularly large soldier. Aloos draws a small blade from his belt and throws it with amazing precision. The dart finds it's mark in the human's arm, the sudden pain causing him to drop his battle axe. Tyrr takes this opportunity to leap into his shoulder and wrap her shapely thighs around his throat. She spins her body, snapping his neck and taking him down. A human attempts to rush me, carrying his sword over his head. I easily step to my side as he brings his blade down into the ground. I clap my hands together and swing the two clenched fists into his back. Aloos is fighting two guards, parrying their battering with a sword each. I grab one of the guards and wretch his head from his body. Tyrr lifts her dagger to parry a powerful overhead swing. Her shapely leg swings up to kick the human's groin, then her dagger falls down to stab him through the back of his neck. Occupied with this, she's unable to duel the soldier that sneaks behind her. I run to her and ram the backstabbing human with all my might. His limp body flies several feet before lying crippled on the ground. Tyrr places a hand on my shoulder and leaps over me to land gently behind me. She summons a surge of nature's energy and releases it into a human who was prepared to swing an axe into my blindside. A small group had surrounded Aloos, who is parrying five swords at once. I turned to the elf and she looked up at me. We exchanged silent nods as we both began our respective spell: the elf calling on nature's supremacy and I summoning the spirit's protection. Energy cackled and the ground around us shook as the elf releases the flood of magic into the group. The raw power of nature burns away at the weak human bodies. And when the fires had extinguished and the lingering magical energies all but gone, Aloos is revealed in the mists of the charred corpses. I had used my powers to shield him from the magical blast, while Tyrr annihilated our remaining enemies.
"Wow mon, that was some fun," Aloos says, practically jumping for joy as he stretches. He, like Tyrr and I, is covered in a thick layer of blood.
I watch as the dozens of spirits slowly disappear into the next world. Some are calm, some are screaming so loud it hurts my ears. In moments, the high pitched shrieks have settled into low moans: then into oblivion. "Thank you," I say, turning to my allies. "Both of you."
"Hey mon, as far as I'm concerned I still owe ye."
Tyrr doesn't say anything, just stands there in all her beauty. Under the moon's light, her ravenous black locks of hair and lavender skin glows with magnificence. I once thought elf eyes disturbing: blank and soulless, but with the complementing celestial glow, they seem so much more inviting. That feeling in my chest creeps up again, a longing for something I know I mustn't have. Why do I feel like this? What is this feeling? I can't possibly…love her.