Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26948101-20160610014550/@comment-174.88.66.253-20160610172235

Well,still thinking they sought to consume my flesh due to the old war,I stare at the sky, as ambient masses of light and such open,reaping it open. The trio get startled once again, giving me time to raise a hand in the sky,to call out to this light...

My power...almost exausted from the tireless fight with countless monsters...power I no longer had due to the emptying of all mana, dragged down to this endless chase with the last three...

This violet light...whatever it was,gave me enough time to...

The tear in the sky, beaming down on me and burning the oppressors away. It lifts me to the sky,shelled in an unbreakable hard light, despite them still punching it. I think they want my life, but they can claim it no longer...

The light shapes me back in my panoply of armor, a war priest armor. The head,covered by a helmet in seals and blessing,like the rest of the armor. The remnant of the light, feeding me strenght I've lost.

They watch in awe, but still have hungry eyes. They want my life it seems, despite their changed apperences. I will not give it to them!

I crash into the land under my feet, dispersing the oppressors,even as a warhammer lands besides me, bathed in light and glimmer. I pick it up and brand it toward their eyes, blinding the ogre and hound. Then, I disappear,for I must warn my fellow people of the changed oppressors.

Yet, in my run, the dragon chases me, overskies and hidden amidst the cloud. I recite a small note, and lightning crashes down upon her, forcing her to fly down, landing on the ground with crackles around her, injured. I ready myself,the hammer I hold brimming with power.

The dragon points at me and accuses me of turning her into this, claming a compensation. Of course, I think she want to feast on me, so my response is a volley of lightning shards on her, which she replies with a jade flame. The two attacks interconnects,causing an explosion.

We fight for the entire day, but her attacks seem different. It's like she didn't want to kill me,because her magic seemed lacking,in a way. But, I disgress this as her toying with me. This causes me to become as vicious as she was,before her form changed.

At the end of the day, I deal her the final blow, which renders her bones shattered, despite that hard scale around her. She lays on the ground, her eyes now devoid of that arrogance with questionning. It's like she was asking why did I attack her with such violence. Did she not remember that hours before, she was attempting on my life?

regardless, I leave her battered self as I walk back to my city, seeking to warn my brethen about this. The oppressors, they have changed, but their lust for blood has remained.