Chapter 1-30: Fire and Silver (1/2)

Pfft, pfft, pfft! Silver rounds kicked out from Lady Florentine, and the shooter up top had a rather surprised final day.

I stepped out from behind a crate as the startled were-rats on the ground thirty feet away all looked away and up at the office, six Shards swirled and crystallized into existence, rippling with the polymorphic-silvered hues of Shapechanger Bane, and I let them have it.

They weren’t undead, but that was fine. They were still taking 7d6+13 each, which was more than enough to take out some Threes.

The jetsilver impacts smashed them back into the doors, liquifying their insides, and they collapsed awkwardly to the ground, wondering what exactly had hit them.

Helix popped out, Shocking Ray ready to take down any survivors, finding none, and hurrying up with me as Sir Pellier went in through the glass panel he had shot through, the Disk popping out of existence behind him, and made his way to the window there.

They built the windows to the door low enough for the wererats, who tended to be on the shorter side, lucky me. Helix bent down next to me as we looked at the heavy SUV’s drawn up out there. I wondered how they managed to afford something like those and get them here when the peninsula was only accessible by water or air, and just shrugged.

-If you are in position, the Warlocks are here and getting out. Sir Pellier will take a shot when they are all out of the vehicle.-

I was watching for it, and saw the very faint pulse and tease at the edge of magical sight as the Interdiction went up, and the Veil suddenly got a whole lot stronger. Dimension-hopping and Summoning were now not on the menu.

-Anytime you want, Sir Pellier,- I /mouthed.

-Got it,- he /replied shortly. I could picture the large shell being cycled into the large-bore rifle Lady Florentine probably looked like now, a.50 BMG silver-tipped tumbler made for liquifying the flesh of things vulnerable to silver.

Which not only included werefolk, but Hellbound Warlocks!

They were getting out of the cars. I grabbed the door as Helix built up his charge for a strong Ray...

That looks like an important Warlock...

As Sir Pellier fired with a sound like a bell from Heaven tolling, I heaved open the door, Helix levelled his Staff, and let the Ray fly.

He wasn’t looking at hitting anyone, as he probably wouldn’t kill them. Nope, he was going for the fuel tank of the main transport SUV for the Warlocks.

The Ray bored through the metal, conducted nicely, and found something worthwhile to ignite in the gas tanks.

Sir Pellier’s shot was a glowing line of silver that ignored Damage Reduction and hit like a brick. His target lurched as a hole blew through his chest, too much kinetic energy to take. One of his bodyguards grabbed him and got in the way, automatically following the silver bar of the Smiteshot back to its location, and raised his gun, glowing with hellfire, to return fire.

Sir Pellier basically ignored the threat. His next shot went right through the bastard and his body armor, just as the SUV next to them exploded as all the gasoline lit off.

Now, gasoline isn’t supposed to explode like in a movie, as it isn’t rich enough, not enough oxygen, blahblahblah. But when you add magic to the mix, and pretty much all of it detonating as air-attribute magic pops onto all of it at once, well, it’s pretty big.

The bodyguard wasn’t dropping, because he was flying into the wall of the warehouse behind him with his boss, crushing him against it while shrapnel and flames did their thing. His attempt to return fire was thus a little bit more difficult...

Sir Pellier was used to following jigging and jagging ghost and spectres around... and his Smite wasn’t done, so he took the third shot at the Warlock clinging to life over there, and emphatically blew his head apart in a spray of silver holy flames, and red-black hellfire rising up to take its due.

Helix had dropped flat to the ground, my hand on his back harness, aiming his Staff like a gun, out of the line of fire from the ducking shooters out there. His second Ray slammed into the back of the second SUV in a crackling line, and POOM! Another car detonated much too explosively to be real.

His grin was pretty broad at the moment.

“It’s locked! It’s locked! Get inside!” screamed the Warlocks who couldn’t shadow-jump away. Silver rounds followed them POWPOWPOWPOWPOW as Lady Florentine chased them with flashes of silver lightning, the Smite done, but his Gun Spirit up and adding a nice Blessed flourish to every shot, just for them.

The rats standing guard were plinking back at him as everyone scampered inside, but their marksmanship wasn’t quite up to that of a Wall Archer-Paladin of the Gun. He sent two crouching at the corner spinning to the ground, one with a shot right through a head that was starting to morph, and the others hurriedly ducked back.

“We’re out!” he called, as Helix sent out his third Ray, and another SUV decided it was time to go away loud and flaming. The Paladin came charging out from up above, vaulted the railing to hit the floor ten feet down without batting an eye, rolling as I heaved Helix back, using my legs as he pushed with both hands, getting him over the threshold as the door banged shut, and shots began to punch into it.