Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it
For all you gamers out there always remember to get internet on your PS4 or XBOX One just so when you play Open World RPG games you can update them so you can get some DLC and don't get as much glitches like in Cyberpunk 2077. That's really all I have to say. Please enjoy this long fight scene that could be in any fantasy fanfiction.
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"To her?!" Sanna miffed.
"Yeah, she is Falo. I went on a date with her before she joined some womanizing mythril ranked adventurer girls swoon for." Allom boldly walked up and stood before her. "Although your a walking plague among humanity...I can save you if you just walk away now." he said tentatively.
As if the gods were disconcerting any efforts Allom made about saving anyone, the thing before him roared, her tongue wriggling like a cockroach and chucking spittle coming out in one volatile explosion. She ceased doing it, then her teeth rattled as she lowered her head, chanting.
Allom was too confused and weary to understand what was happening.
'Is she was trying to use a spell...she is!'
A yellow slivery light coiled around her, her body glistering in a twinkle bath, when it was over she pulled three knives out. She leaped off the ground and chucked two knives at Allom's neck.
He blocked with his right sword. She came at him with one knife in her other hand, he blocked with his other sword clutched in his other free arm.
Iaragon prepared to run in and help him only for Sanna to tap his shoulder seeing the three other undead's dash away.
"Their trying to alert their master of where we are. Rui, stay here and help Allom."
"You can't handle those three by yourselves!" Rui exclaimed.
"We won't have to." Iaragon told him. "Once you and Allom handle her you can use a heat search spell to find us even if we are over a hundred miles away."
Rui wanted to hear a plan of rejoining them, but they were already on the hunt. Now Rui was stuck with Allom...he was trying his best to avoid jaws and serrated knives flurry. Finally he backed away from her acting as a shield for Rui.
"Been awhile since it was only you and me working together." He smirked. "Here's how it's going to work: you enchance me and then flee invisible to the rest of our friends. I'll handle her alone from there."
Rui didn't need to question what Allom's motive for that was—he wanted to die at a woman's hand. Rui used two enhancing spells for his strength and stamina before he went into his onslaught attack first aiming for her elbows with diagonal strikes and then thrusts when she blocked them. At first he seemed harry going against her, but he was slashing with sharp air now.
After a few swathes from him and her alike, Rui crept through the hall now invisible. Allom could now easily avoid the serratedness coming from her flurry, her scrawls of blade and nails avoided like leaves sailing off a tree branch. He was waiting for a moment to stick one of his dual blades in her throat for a rousing finale to their scuffle—for now he hoped she didn't use any of the skills/tricks in her classes' arsenal.
Luck would favor against him, she used a skill that made her invisible even with all the luminescent light gleaming through the hall. Allom made a facsimile of being startled to lull her into his trap, and it worked. She moved close enough for him to change position and sprinkle a handful of Truesight power in a sporran under his garbs. This didn't stop her from letting out a big roar—which her big mouth got a taste of his right blade thrust inside perforating out her internal carotid.
To finish it, he kissed the butt of his blade. When he was done kissing he furrowed his eyesbrows at her.
"I enjoy not being wed, being non-married, but if there was one girl I wanted to spend eternity with...it was you."
Words of empty jabber before he clenched his free arm on the hilt he was already holding and sliced cleanly down her body below her nose. When he was done she looked like a pile of eels in a barrel except with blood and a big dislocated jaw still wide open. Allom stared at her remorseful of losing a good woman, but he was alleviated from those feelings when he recalled how it was her own decisions that led her down this path.
"Oh well, I guess I'll try Sanna again."
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Rui was harried trying to both find and keep up with Iaragon and Sanna in an opaque hallway where the light dwindled; not knowing the looming danger of the trap he was running into.
'I have to help Iaragon, and Sanna...show them I'm an adventurer who won't live vicariously around them.' Rui thought. He felt a little shiver on his neck not knowing it was a warning from the danger coming down overhead.
From one roaring sound, to a simultaneous swing of a scout's small comb-esque scimitar...Rui's head was lopped off by the undead scout. His body fell lifelessly while his head rolled down the path he just trekked—it passed an invisible Rui, for the head was just a copy.
Seeing the undead scout illicit a smile on the young mage's face. He sought to prove he could handle himself on his own and taking her down would prove it. He chanted an incantation, lowly, hoping by the time he finished he could fire three blade-like weapons into her three weak areas—she got his plan first turning to him with perceptive eyes and hurling three knives formerly clenched in her fingers.
Rui finished and fired as well what he could muster: fourth tier. Simultaneously, three sharp projectiles were flying through the air and collided together shattering before Rui's eyes. The moment sheets of steel turned into brittle shards started falling, the scout sprinted towards him while wailing an inhuman shrill sound from her mouth.
Rui, undaunted, chanted another spell under his breath for the upcoming strike: "Call Wolf!"
With an aura of spooky white and eyes flashing low white-grey light, he directed a spooky apparition out and veer right—right through the wall before trying to defend himself from a sharp flurry. His vibe-sense was telling him his surprise was preparing itself to strike; jump right through the wall and maw the undeads' throat.
A frown furrowed his eyebrows however when he realized she had to be in a position her barrage of attacks was keeping her from staying put in, which irked and stress Rui.
'If I want to surprise her I've gotta think—what would Iaragon, Sanna, Shin, or—'
It came to him: Allom.
If Allom was in this predicament he would reel back but also lead his attacker the same place they were before. Time was fickle; just when he used it for something important the undead's body was emanating different enhancements so she could finally finish Rui—and before that a big ghostly wolf moved through the wall and squeezed his fangs around her neck!
Although undead's weren't known for showing any expressions her face turned ash gray right before her head lopped like a cork in a wine bottle. Rui was seeing Déjà vu, the kind not so far away, seeing her head roll on the ground like his decoy's did.
Rui reminded himself how incredulously luck he was to be alive —picking up his feet and jogging down the hall lit by halogen lights.
"They could use me now...an undead killer."
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Allom and Rui used a lot of stamina and vigor going toe-to-toe with fast/feral undeads but neither of them were running in closed toe shoes for as long as both their fights combined had taken; Sanna was sure her toes were inflammed, her lungs were filled with diaphragmatic breathing at a fifth tier level, and all the glistening perspiration of sweet would ruin her sparkling face tomorrow. Iaragon was the opposite of how she looked, his face lacking any signs of sweat and his body feasible, and that irked Sanna.
Since the chasee's were infront of her she tried something else: magic.
"Ice Ball!" With both hands she brought forth a giant ball of ice. "Flow Accleration!" She concentrated all the Martial Arts skill on her right hand wielding a knife. An orichalcum knife made of the same martial as the pendants they wear, but it had a yellow jewel in the small pommel and three slits on the pointed end. With speed that would leave kids in a stupor, she carved the ball effervescently. When she finished it looked like a javelin. "Gale Tunnel!"
When she chanted her spell the javelin hurtled fusillade straight. It caught up from behind to the mage undead and protruded through her midriff.
She didn't even fidget.
Great work, Sanna." Iaragon said sounding faux enthused.
Sanna flinched while he was being condescending seeing her grab that throng and pull it out—and unlike her there was no hesitation prying the lodged weapon out. The undead mage went after her swishing her left hand with a shimmer of fire magic residue.
She then proceeded launching a fireball towards her. She evaded the fireball leaping to the far side of the hall, Iaragon unsheathing his big sword to cleave the fireball when it reached him. The warrior undead rushed up to Sanna before she could even see Iaragon at work.
"Impenetrable Fortress!"
She also switched her hand but in a way she could block the sword: her blade glowing red and meeting his right at the tip. Her blade now infinitely durable couldn't save her from a warriors' reflexes. He pulled the blade back keeping his forearms clenched on the hilt to his shoulders as he plunged with a guttural roar cry.
"Impenetrable Fortress!"
Sanna felt something sharp scrap against her head. This uncomfortable feeling was the blade breaking through her blades reach and pressing against her head. A trickle of blood streamed down her head—and the only reason she wasn't dead now was her blade caught the sword in the middle before he plunged with full power.
She had nothing to do; her only thoughts were how she lived after nearly dying, and then Iaragon saved her plowing into the right side of the undead.
Both men tumbled, their swords clanged to the floor, one was making a wretched noise wriggling and squirming to his blade while the other was so lost he only saw darkness.
Two mages were on both sides of the men in the middle. One was casting a water blade spell while the other just stood still letting blood drench her left eye.
The undead retrieved his blade in suppressed triumph a beast like him could feel. He stood up, his knees' bones exposed to a man at its eye level. The undead focused preparing for this strike to cleave the top of the knight's head so a clean slit would be left between his ears and the mage finished making her watery dual blade; scimitar in a serpentine shape.
Together, swung down and launched at once!
Iaragon was blind and confused...but he was also trained to handle a downward strike while he was on his knees. He stood, the blade going into his right shoulder, retaliating by swinging his blade with enough power and fury it went right through his collarbone to the other side.
As the blade came closing in on Sanna...she revealed to have cast a spell during her faux breakdown. Five large rocks came into view and stopped the blade! Now all there was: a giant bubble holding rocks in it and a chanting Sanna.
"School of Flood Fish!"
Transparent white fish appeared along with a sudden force of wind. Before the undead could react five rocks smashed into her. All that was left of her were her feet; upper body gone missing.
"You always could throw things with the best velocity." Iaragon said while wiping his sword of green blood splattered on the edge and speckled a little on the other end.
Sanna wielded fire magic in the palm of both her hands. With her fire magic she burned both the rotting corpses. She didn't let the fire grow to burn through the entire hall and fill it with unbreathable smoke, however. She doused the flames with a current of icy winds from the palm of her hands.
After the flames were gone all that remained were two charred bodies.
Sanna turned to Iaragon, "Let's head back. We need to regroup if we are going to stand a chance..."
Then...she heard footsteps...