Chapter 7-186: Doing a Bad Thing Very, Very Well (1/2)
The fire-eyed corpses sitting atop the ledge there, blazing fireballs in hand, were poised and ready to jump out at us, tossing their spells.
They checked themselves for just that crucial second when the first thing they saw was nine Guns burning with vivus clearing the edge.
The first fusillade wasn’t strong enough to kill them, but it really messed up the molten orbs of fire they were about to throw, which promptly blew up and swallowed them in fire... fire which blew into vivic whiteness as the Qi was consumed by the follow-up shots.
I waved a hand, and a flight of Shards drove into the mess and found homes. There were multiple detonations, and in my Eyes of Heaven, a bunch of dark things burning with malevolence winked out, painting the entire ledge and the tunnel behind it a fresh and zesty white as they did.
A scarlet light overhead and to the left became an acid rain plunging down, eliciting screams of agony from something with a healthy set of lungs. That scream faded with a crack of thunder and flash of lightning from the swooping Helix.
“Red dust of mortal desire,
Reaving steel of vivic fire.
As you corrupt , as you feed,
Now you writhe, now you bleed,
TREMBLE, WE COME!”
Something squealed like a stuck pig, right on cue. Something else hammered, crump crump, and took up the beat as stone shattered and scattered in the air above us for fifty yards.
Endure was beating a deep, humming rhythm. I knew Briggs was dying to join in, and also knew he was just as seriously holding his voice in check.
If Briggs started singing, I was going to have to Sound Bubble us. I did not want to hear Briggs singing, especially if he did it with energy. My exactly one recollection of such an event from Aelryinth made that VERY plain.
The Song took a side turn as we came up above the edge, and saw Briggs and Sama mixing it up with six Cultivators... who were looking pretty astonished that they couldn’t do jack shit to the pair.
“That little natal soul woke up and ate you,
Poor luckless idiot, what could you do?
Fret not, worry not, Briggs is on the job!
We’re coming for them, and we’ll put things hob!
ENDURE, WE COME!”
Briggs’ grin was nearly splitting his face at her words as his Hammer spun like a whirlwind, in perfect control at every moment, slamming into spear, swords, staff, axe, and whatnot with unbelievable force and power, taking all their Martial Techniques on with impunity.
He couldn’t sing, but damn if he couldn’t have Sama Sing for him!
Some milk-faced woman in a blue dress was filling the air with a whip that was extending to a good sixty feet long, obviously TK’d, the barbed thing writhing about like a serpent in the air.
Sama hit the thing, and her Null promptly shredded its transformation magic as Tremble struck it. Sama flowed right into it, wrapping it around her as it shrank, and she spun twice, getting drawn instantly across forty feet of space and suddenly right in front of the woman, whose cream-white face looked plenty surprised to see her do that... and then looked down, to see the Sword trailing golden-red banefire that had plunged into her chest.
The Sharding blew out the woman’s backside, taking her spine and life with it, and Sama promptly cut the Cultivator in two with a flick of her wrist, setting Tremble free.
The heavily armored Cultivator - well, that grandiose Armor was some fruitcake’s idea of heavy armor, at least - screamed and charged at her, raising a massive Axe that had to weigh as much as Briggs’ Hammer... except it was much bigger and flatter, of course.
The power of his attack was meant to lock her into place, force her to take his stone-splitting strike. The mighty golden lion materializing above him roared with deafening amounts of thunder down on her as he came in for the kill.
Yeah, he had no experience with Forsaken at all, did he?
“FOOL.”
The Axe came down, and stone shuddered and exploded into flying shards of black rock in every direction.
“Pasty white skin and soulless eyes
Do not a mighty foe make.”
Sama, in the Archer Stands Thrust and right up in the face of the big man, calmly levered him aside as if his easy two hundred kilos of mass was nothing much. Tremble flicked from where she was impaling his throat in the seam between gorget and helm, and someone’s disbelieving head popped right off, like a snipped dandelion.
“Join your bitch in burning blight,
Your spirit is doomed, as was your fight!
TREMBLE, WE COME!”
Nine guns roared together, a perfect box, and the spear-user who was trying to duck away dodged two of them, and screamed as the other seven found some very energetic homes, sending flesh and Qi flying.