65 Chapter 65 - The Walls are Los (2/2)
The pixie was a hand high tall being of pure power, it's wind whips shattering buildings like plates and crushing knight's like tin cans. Yet Gray had done her research, and threw her 'Book on the Fae races' at the creature. Infused with enough magic it was heavy enough to fly through the ruptuous wind, it's iron spine making direct contact with the pixie.
Screaming she fell, her side a sizzling mess and her magic dispersing in an instant. Grey had to suppress a giggle as the iron book fell upon the pixie, who could only scream and sizzle while pinned beneath its weight. While not a real Fae, the pixie race still had that same weakness when it came to iron.
Appearing suddenly behind Lord Swan appeared a small figure with a blade that shimmered and faded from existence. The glimmering blade sunk right through Lord Swan's armour and the boy vanished before Lord Swan's shining sword could cleave him in two. Reappearing again the boy sunk his blade through Lord Swan's arm, causing it to go limp, but was in turn cut across the shoulder by one of Grey's razer sharp, magic infused pages.
A boy's cry sounded out from beneath the mask, quickly shattered by the flat of Lord Swan's blade. While Lord Swan and his knights drove off the remaining jester assassins to hide within the many buildings of Tariak, Grey cradled the injured boy.
His hair was a messy pigeon feather gray, his skin smooth and pale as the finest paper, while his lifeless leather brown eyes were crested with golden lines that reminded Grey of a fancy book's border.
”I think they could be enchanted, just like those adventurers that opened the gate before,” Grey muttered, tracing her finger against the boy's soft cheek and admiring his near feminine looks. ”The pixie especially is highly unlikely to have wanted to fight alongside a Red Orc, we should take them to lady Violet and see if she can break their enchantments. As allies their powers would prove useful.”
”I'd prefer them dead,” Lord Swan muttered as he peered about the wreckage of what was once his personal guard. ”And definitely for them not to be near her, that purple elf is our only damn hope of - you lot, send the message, full retreat to the secondary positions!”
Grey whipped up her head to find the cracking walls blasted to dust amidst a storm of hellfire and slung stones. Those defenders that were not engulfed in dust and squashed by rock already fled, but sharp sounding horns soon directed what meagre reserves stood at the ready to start retreating as well.
”I told you we defended the main gate too heavily,” Grey muttered as every place along the line bar the gate itself was on the verge of breaking.
”No, this is the best way. We'll be able to pull back without being overrun, and until they control the gate the enemy cannot pull in their full strength with ease. They've just fallen into my trap, assuming all is ready. Can you use magic outside of that book nonsense, girl?”
”Who are you calling girl?” Grey sniffed, and rose a hand bathed in black flame. Hellflame. It made her skin crawl to use.
”Good, can you cast fireball?”
Grey frowned as she nodded, ”dad taught me. Why?”
”Because I'm not sure we have enough wizards currently to get this just right,” Lord Swan whispered. As he watched the horned swarm envelope the back lines of his retreating forces.