Goldenhold
Chapter 43: That Awkward Moment
Argon sat, panting. The chaos below was obvious, bodies going here and there as Stonehand delivered justice to them. However, every minute he swore he heard more shrieks of
I’m Free From This Hell! Than I’m dying! NOOO! from those.... those... demons? He wasn’t sure what they were, all he knew was that one had managed to catch up with them as they sprinted as fast as possible out of the great hall.
He actually managed to keep up- many of the humans had looted bags tied to their shoulders as they ran, slowing them down. However, he continued to run, his lungs burned with a thousand fires. “Human? How is the Grand Slide?” The human looked at the dwarf, “Why are you... asking.... oh..... nevermind... torn... apart...” The dwarf nodded, sprinting faster for a moment, tripping the human as bait. The bait didn’t last long.
Crap. Oh Crap. That means my ship can’t get out, because the hydraulic pump is only meant to send the ship up, not down..... But I could always break it. The demon was close behind though, and as they trotted through the bodies and the corpses they were forced to slow down.
That must have been one hell of a fight...... was that Karakzon? That body had a wicked axe with it...... However, he would have no time to go to his ship..... They managed to get out of the connecting area, the goblins running towards the slide, the humans going back to the land entrance. He chose to go with the humans. They seemed less.... bloodthirsty. They had gotten their wealth, many troops throwing sacks of wealth onto wagons, combining with some previously found.
A few brandished their swords, screaming to Iskoth, god of victory, for glory or death. Kyle turned around with them, calling for more to join him against the demon. This one was a rather large one, a ghast of fire, in the form of a dog. Although it had shape, it was burning away, slowly going away but always regenerating where you didn’t notice it, forever burning only to re grow to burn again. It’s teeth were near five times as large, the front row sticking out over the jaw.
They charged towards it, Kyle in the lead, “To Iskoth! To Death! For the Empire of man! For Zeon!” The others with him yelled, “To Iskoth, For Zeon!”, but not with as much zeal. Surrounded by fire, Kyle only managed to get off a few swings with his maul before he couldn’t see, his eyes dried out completely by the heat, his skin burning off, peeling off in strips. He fell on the ground after a few moments, joining the realm of Armok.
The others were soon eliminated also, acting only as a mere distraction. The last one stabbed it in the eye with a spear before being lifted up by the teeth, thrashed and torn to oblivion. They had bought Zeon time though.
They sprinted, all heading through the flooding area which was emptied from earlier, and they ran, ran, ran, ran, reaching the gorge. The bridge was put down, and they crossed it. They continued to sprint, reaching the gate in due time.
It was closed. Zeon turned around, seeing light coming around the corner to attack him. The dog soon showed up, and he looked at the gate. The steel couldn’t be broken through, lever not working, fist pounding on the metal.
“WEREN’T YOU OPEN!? DID STONEHAND CLOSE YOU? STONEHAND, IS THIS YOUR VENGEANCE ON ME? I WILL DO ANYTHING TO LIVE GOLDPICK, ANYTHING! I BEG OF YOU!”
The fortress shook for a moment, and Zeon approached the demon. “Set up a defensive barricade at the gorge. Dwarf, work on getting it open. I have work to do.”
The dog opened it’s mouth for a bite, but Zeon cut off a tooth, then stabbed it in the jugular. He broke every bone in it’s body, living through it. He jumped away, avoiding it’s explosion. Laughing, he smiled viciously for a moment. “More will be here soon. Show them no mercy. Ha! We shall smite down the armies of hell, one by one, we will take our stand at the gorge!”
Zeon’s forces responded with great loyalty after the display, but Zandria’s wavered. Some bashed on the gate, wanting out. It took until Zandria threatened them angrily, stomping her foot for emphasis. She informed them that their bashing would do nothing, and they needed to take positions.
Most of the demons were busy.... in the main part of the fortress. A considerable amount of the siege equipment was left over, and they pointed it at the secondary gate, locked and loaded, making a final stand.
I can’t believe I’m with these fools. What makes them think they can reload their siege weapons fast enough?
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Topic: The Age of Myth: Goldenhold (A DF Novel Length Story) (Read 115780 times)