Conquest.
Written by NXT3.
CHAPTER TWO:
IT'S HARD to tell how much time had passed, but soon both sides had lost considerable numbers. The white of the ground beneath them had been painted red with the blood of the dead. An honourable death in the eyes of both sides.
Dracorius slumpt against a tree, clutching his right shoulder, someone had managed to get a slicing hex through one of his shields whilst being distracted with a brewing fiendfyre spell the opposition was preparing to cast. Bellontium was at his side, his hands mashed and unrecognisable. The enemy thought that it would be easier to attack if the wizard that was able to hold several shields at once was taken out of the game quickly. They didn't take into consideration that he might have also have been good at offensive spells too.
The scouting team had been almost completely killed. A dozen or so men that were still barely breathing. Dracorius being apart of that number.
"So my Lord... To what command may we obey?" Bellontium asked, trying to keep a steady intake of breath.
Dracorius sighed and tried to lift his wand. "Accio, Fellen's Saddle" through the air came the saddle bag that was once attached to the medic of the mission. Fellen Neverroach. He had died early in the skirmish. Dracorius had reached into the bag and as his hand emerged,it was holding a vial of translucent blue liquid. "You can pour this down your throat."
"Mind my asking my lord, but what is it?" Dracorius smiled and looked down at the guards dismantled hands. He got the message.
The lord wandlessly called the levitation charm "Wingardium Leviosa" and the vial was raised to the guards lips and the liquid poured down his throat. "mind yourself Bell'. I don't think that the mending of your hands will be anything but painless." the blonde haired man sternly nodded his head.
Dracorius rested his head on the bark of the tree and after a minute of silence called out to the men "Alright you lot! As soon as you're able to, I want you all to come to Guard Bellontium. The emergency portkey will be able to take you all, even our departed back to a safe house. Once there I want you to all give a report of what happened here. Is my order understood?" There were groans and nods of affirmation in response "Good enough" he chuckled to himself.
"take 'you' all? where will you be my lord?" Bellontium asked.
"Look around Bell. There was hardly enough men to encourage the northern post to send message. We were told that the Glutton was going to be here. He wasn't. Which means that their liege lord is somewhere up ahead. Waiting for us. I'm going to ensure that he pays for what he's done for our men here." Dracorius spoke, his voice soft.
The crunching of the snow that gave way to the men that arose from their near death positions and the levitation of those that had fallen began to sing its song of battle all around, the men collecting themselves around the two. "I'll see you on the other end Bell'." the lord said, a smirk on his lips. Before the guard could make a protest, three men flung backwards, their heads colliding with the trunks of trees, blood spewing onto the reddened snow like a coconut in summer.
In their place stood an eight foot man, red eyes, and dark purple armour. "Ah! The Glutton!" Dracorius shouted as he rose to his feet, removing his hand from his shoulder, eyes locking with the beast of a man. "i didn't expect to see you for at least two more hours." Red eyes squinted, two hulking arms reached out and grabbed two levitating bodies by the necks and raised them high above his head.
"Time is inconsiquential. Your victory robbed me of my dinner." a husky sound twinned the voice of the beast. Dracorius twitched his finger, pointing it slightly at the ground just next to Bellontium. In the snow he burnt the words "Out. Now" the guard got the message and looked to the men, they too knew that escape was paramount.
"Well friend, here was me thinking that wizards like you. You know, the almighty Dark Lords of the Order of the Sin, were able to restrain themselves from attacking on such uneven grounds." Dracorius stated, stepping away from the group of men, towards the other side of the path that they had been walking down not long before.
Gluttony stepped away from the men that had been weakened from the battle that had reach its climax just moments before so that he could be face-to-face with Dracorius. "I concede to your words. Lord Black. A duel on even grounds is what you seek. I, Lord Charles Gluttony, of House Kane hereby declare a duel of non-falsehoods with the wizard of name of Dracorius Black." As if a wave of magic had wrapped itself around Dracorius, he withheld his magic, for he had felt a similar sensation when one of Lust's men had tried to absorb his magical power.
"I, Lord Dracorius Black of House Malfoy hereby accept your proposal of a duel of non-falsehoods, and hereby declare its start. May the sound of a Bell's call mark the start of our duel." The guard heard the signal, around his neck he accio'd a small compass to his mouth and bit into it, activating the emergency portkey. He let out a yell and motioned his head to the men to grab onto him. The men used one hand to hold onto their Guard, and the other to hold onto the floating corpses around them.
The sound exited the guards lips, and the magic that wrapped itself around Dracorius lifted and the duel had begun, he leapt off his feet, his right hand colliding with the jaw of the monstrous man, taking a few steps back Gluttony's red eyes zeroed in on lord. A duel with fist and not magic began. Their inherited gifts only being used to increase their performance in their fight. Fists hitting other ,with the hope of doing more damage than leaving a bruise as a reminder.
The group of men moved closer together. The problem that most had faced in the modern day, is that due to matters unexplained by higher powers, when the War began, the power of portkey diminished, and they could only be used after activation once they had been charged. It had been the result of many deaths, and thus only to be used in emergencies due to the unreliability of them.
To which is why the Lord Black is fighting with the Sin of Glutton, for he knew otherwise they'd all be slaughtered and no one would be going home to their families.
"Reducto!" Dracorius screamed, pointing his left index finger at the man wrapped in purple material that stretched around his muscles. The reductor curse flew towards the man, landing at the point of visibility. His eye was sliced in half and fell from its socket, hanging on by a cord.
The Sin of Gluttony yelled towards the smaller man as he began a charge, but was too slow for the man of House Malfoy, as he leapt over the man, and placed a hand on one of his men, just as the bodies began to glow, and started to fade, twist, turn and converge as the portkey began to move.
The mountain of a man, pulled a dagger from his belt and flung it towards the disappearing wizards. With a CRACK! they were gone. The only tell tale signs they were on the path were the bloodstained snow, the piles of dead men in purple battle armour, and half an eye that now hung from the socket of the Sin. He grinned as his body shrank, his armour turning balck and furry, his eye returning to its socket, and his posture changing. No longer stood a eight foot tall wizard, but instead a gorilla, that looked around confused. Out of the shadows came the walking figure of a very thin man covered from head to toe with tattoos.
"Lance, come here." The gorilla looked to the thin man and its faced twisted into a snarl "Fine. Suit yerself." The thin man peeled a tattoo of a dagger from his neck and grinned "Last chance. Come here Lance." The gorilla stood up and began hitting its chest "Your choice, I'll accept it. I, Charles Gluttony of House Kane, hereby sentence you to death." with a flick of his wrist the blade flung through the air and buried itself deep within the skull of the gorilla between its eyes.
"Now I'll need to find another one of you bastards. Great!" he rolled his eyes in sarcasm as he walked to each of his fallen men, purple sparks emitting from his hands as he drained all of the magic from the men that had fought for him.