Page 302 of The Lands Defying
I stab the hind leg of another beast when it whirls toward me, and I send a ball flying its way in an instant, watching as it sinks into its chest, disintegrating everything in its way. The beast doesn’t fall though, and it comes at me with sharp, clawed hands.
I duck and weave its attack, nearly knocking into a villager when I roll and slice it in the back of its ankle.
It wobbles as it spins to follow me, but an Elite is there, stabbing into its side, sending it crashing to the ground.
More and more rogures and beasts come to the surface, quickly overwhelming us and I spin in a circle, slashing and striking, trying to hold them back but it’s too much.
We are being overrun.
No.
I scream as a claw rips down my arm, blood dripping on the snow and I turn, stabbing the rogure in the eye and kicking it away from me. Panting heavily, sweat forming at the back of my neck, I hold onto the gash, feeling the heat of my blood.
I feel the hum of my power in my feet, and I look down at it and wonder.
Crouching quickly, I place my palm down, sending out a wave of my power to coat the area around me, but also to call on those who said they would aid us. Hoping it will work.
Kruten, help us.
I send my magic to the dirt beneath the cold snow, thinking of the trolls, thinking about how Kruten said they would aid us.
I hear a scream that soon gets cutoff by growls and snarls, and I swallow roughly.
Fuck!
I get up and attack a rogure, a Higher guard dead at its feet. I launch myself at it, landing on its back and stabbing straight down the center of its head. Quickly clambering off of it, I’m back to back with an Elite, the rogures quickly surrounding us.
“We aren’t making it, there are too many!” he says, his breathing uneven. “Quickly, Heir of Zahariss. I’ll make a pathway for you to leave.”
“I am not leaving you to die.”
“It will be an honor to protect you.”
“You can shove that honor—” I stab a hound. “Up your ass.”
“Alpha Darius will kill us all if something were to happen to you.”
“Let me handle my babysitter.”
He grunts. “As you wish it.”
We fight back-to-back, holding off the beasts trying to attack us as carnage spills across the ground.
“Fuck,” the Elite behind me says, and I look over my shoulder, watching as two rogures lunge.
I turn, gripping the back of his armor, ready to pull him out of harm’s way when a cloud of dust appears in front of him.
The Elite and I land with acrashon the ground, getting to our feet quickly as whimpers are heard in that cloud of dust.
What the…
As it settles, I realize exactly what caused it.
“Hali, we come to aid you!”
“Kruten!” He nods at me, and then he’s gripping a rogure’s head between his hands and crushing it. I spot more and more trolls in the fray, helping us in this battle as they pop-up in plumes of dust.
They really did come to help.
