66 Victory? (2/2)
I fight my way through to them and Celes follows me. El Shaddai wields a spear of light and Enyo has a one handed sword and a shield.
”Look who we have here! The king decides to enter the fight.” El Shaddai grins at me.
”Unfortunately I will have to deal with you myself. I wonder how long your forces will keep fighting after you are gone?” Oh the hell? Why do I need to have a third class villain-conversation with this guy?
”You are very conf..” *Clink*
I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence and jumped at him. Unfortunately he somehow managed to divert the force of my attack and a few combatants to our side get blown away instead.
A quick succession of blows follows while Celes takes Enyo as her opponent. While I have my duel with El Shaddai, the fight between our factions is becoming intense again.
El Shaddai is a fearsome opponent. To every one of my tricks, he has an answer. Celes isn't in a favourable situation either. Enyo's armour is impressive and her hairpins just glide off.
Suddenly El Shaddai flashes forward and I just barely manage to evade the tip of his spear, which scratches across my chest piece. It leaves a deep scratch behind. It's like my armour is nothing more than paper to that light-spear.
I try to counter attack, but El Shaddai's spear seems to be everywhere at once. Stabbing to my face, I barely manage to evade it, but then the other end hits my leg. That's going to be a bad bruise!
If my staff wouldn't help me with a constant flow of power, I would lose this in no time. The staff is my greatest invention. It's a unique mana crystal, which is able to convert its dense mana back to normal mana.
When you don't use it, it starts to collect mana from it's surroundings and stores it. On top it assists in spell casting and empowers the users abilities through the countless runes.
But this fight seems to be decided by pure close combat abilities. It's a shame. I can't use my long range abilities properly!
”Finally becoming aware of your mistake? We didn't rule the Multiverse for no reason!” El Shaddai has a savage look on his face.
”I had hoped I wouldn't need it. But it seems to be necessary to use incantations for you.” -Me
El Shaddai jumps at me, but I emit my full power towards him, using additionally the energy within my staff. The old god is thrown backwards like a doll and smashes into a group fighters.
He is right. If this fight continues much longer, he will win. It's not a matter of power, but one of skill. He is far better in a close combat situation and it's just a matter of time until he gets me.
This calls for a savage solution.
”Nier lus vrei oust neben, Nashok!”
A small ball of red light forms above my hand. It emits an unfriendly feeling and the space seems to distort around it. I smile wryly at the little magic spell, that took me so long to invent it. ”Hello. Long time no see.” I talk to the little red ball of energy while I walk towards El Shaddai, who is on his feet again.
While smiling at El Shaddai, I provoke him. ”How interesting. I never would have thought that I could send the mightiest being in the multiverse flying.” El Shaddai's face distorts in anger and he jumps at me.
I block a stab to my chest. Avoiding mortal wounds is vital during a duel. But if the opponent is more skilful than you, he tends to take every opening you offer.
You should never forget that only vital blows count. El Shaddai stabs towards my abdomen. But instead of jumping backwards, I jump forward and get stabbed through my side.
Feeling the fire of pain, I cut my nerves. Taking another step his spear impales my body further, but by doing this I seal his movements.
El Shaddai's eyes go wide as I sweep him from his feet with a blow of my staff. He doesn't let go of his weapon, even as my right hand with the red orb impacts his chest.
The spell activates and a howling tornado of red energy erupts out of El Shaddai's chest, ripping my hand apart.
I jump backwards while the burst of power carries me with it.
El Shaddai just looks at me with an unbelieving expression, while the unleashed spell shreds his body and soul to tiny pieces.
I get grabbed at my shoulders and some of our soldiers pull me out of the fight. Seeing El Shaddai's end, some of the enemy's warriors start to flee, while our soldier's intensify their pressure.
Trying to activate a healing spell, it fails me. The mana somehow disperses before I can form the correct pattern.
Looks like those light weapons have the ability to stop you from using healing magic. That sucks! If I had known that, I wouldn't have jumped so willingly into that spear.
”The king defeated El Shaddai! Go forward and drive them off!” Lada's voice carries over the battlefield.
Two healers immediately start to take care of me while I start to laugh like mad. ”Did you see that? What a worthless bunch! They are the rulers of the multiverse and die such a pathetic death.”
The healers and soldiers around me look really worried while I lose consciousness.
Little did I know that I just caused another weird rumour.
*** Celes's POV***
I see my husband being pulled out of the fight by a few soldiers. El Shaddai's spectacular death dealt a heavy blow to the enemy morale.
But I have to concentrate on my own fight. Enyo is a tough bitch. Her armour seems to be indestructible. My new daggers can't even scratch it. Angrod insists on calling them oversized hairpins and I have to admit that I use them in such a manner.
It's convenient and I don't like big weapons anyway.
Enyo and I seem to be natural counterparts. While I concentrate on offence, Enyo favours defence.
It's lucky that I am faster than her, so she isn't able to deal any damage either. I am just worried how to end this.
We exchange another series of blows and Enyo tries to bash me with her shield. But I use the shield as stepping stone and jump over her, while I slash at her eyes. Enyo quickly averts her gaze and my daggers just scratch her helmet.
During the whole fight she has a satisfied grin on her face. She surely like battles.
Her sword is a little long, so I force her into an even closer battle, trying to get through her defence. I parry a strike by her sword and tackle her while wrapping my tail around her ankle.
Stepping back, she tries to regain her balance, but I jerk at her foot and she falls on her back. While I am above her, I thrust my hand downwards and release my inner mana with my full force.
Our auras waver for a second against each other and then I suddenly concentrate my energy on a single tightly focused spot.
Her chest-piece vibrates and a spray of blood erupts from her mouth. Another swing of her sword forces me backwards.
I see. I may not be able to damage her armour, but attacks based on pure power seem to pass through it.
Having found the weak point, I start to support my normal attacks with outbursts of mana. Angrod's wondrous weapons assist me by adding their stored up power to my attacks.
A minute later Enyo is on her knees and I am panting heavily. I am not sure if I can take this much longer, but Enyo is in a very bad shape.
Enyo tries to get up, but I jump at her and stab into a shoulder joint of her armour. The dagger slides smoothly between the protecting layers and Enyo drops her Shield.
Now being even slower, one of my kicks connects with her head and Enyo falls to the ground like a log.
I wait for a few seconds, but she doesn't get up. So I strive forward and call for our forces to advance. ”The Council's leaders are down! Advance and drive them off of our fortress! Show no mercy!”
Looking back at Angrod and the healers around him, I walk forward to lead our troops. One of the healers nods to me and I realize that the wounds aren't fatal. I know that he was was wounded, but I have to play my own role.
Having lost their leaders, we got a unique chance to break their forces. If we show our presence to our people and the enemy, the psychological effect should be on our side.