Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37449770-20181125231349/@comment-37523810-20181126031642

Eh, I’ll give it a shot anyway.

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With my staff in both hands, I cast several spells as Dragons and Lizardmen charge at me, deflecting their rushes and blasting them backward, all landing twenty or so feet away.

“Who is in charge here?! Bring me your master, you wretched filth!”

A Wurm quickly attempted to coil around me and restrain me to the ground, only for her to be blasted off of me before she could take me like they did with my comrades, my brothers in arms. They will pay!

Already the camp was starting to be overrun. Amazoness troops had just breached the wooden barricade we had built only a few weeks ago, and were now fighting the archers on the topside, none of whom were skilled enough in hand-to-hand combat to stand even the slightest chance against the creatures. I blasted as many as I could off of the wall before I had to worry about the enemies charging me.

Sweeping my staff underneath the legs of a Lizardman and an Amazoness that had tried to tackle me, I caught their calves with my weapon and tripped them to the ground, where I hit both of them on the head, knocking them out cold. “Where is your master, you foul beasts?! Where is she?!”

Someone shouted, a very high-pitched, feminine shout. I swiveled my head to where it came from, and all of the mamono stopped their assault.

Standing on a hill just a few dozen feet away was a small being with a giant scythe in both hands. She had dark fur and an almost goat-like horns. She wore barely anything to cover here private areas, to which I gritted my teeth in disgust. It was obviously a Baphomet.

“You!” She points her scythe at me, her voice almost humorous to listen to when sounding so angry. “You wish to challenge me, human? Your spells are petty compared to my magic.”

I spit in her direction. “Come on then! Prove your strength, little girl! We’ll settle this like real mages!”

She stomped down the hill, followed by two lesser witches, then stops thirty feet away and looks up at me. “Little girl?! Oh, now you will pay for your insolence! Once I defeat you, I’ll show you what this ‘little girl’ can do to a chaste novice of a mage!”

That struck a nerve. I had been training as an Orderite mage for over two years now, and it was only a few weeks ago since my fellow men were snatched away, including so many of my friends from the same village I had grown up in as a boy. A novice. I am no novice. I am the most powerful mage in this garrison.

I knew, however, that the more we talked and fought, themore time the others had to escape. We made sure to secure a fallback point in case any of this happened, and I hoped with all my might that it wasn’t destroyed by the monsters already.

I finally had enough of this loli bitch. I fired three missiles of energy at her, which she blocked and countered with her own missiles. It was a long battle, both of us shooting beams and fusillades of magic at each other, with each of us blocking and dodging the attacks coming at us. The mamonos had gathered in a circle around the Baphomet and me, making sure that I wasn’t able to escape if I tried.

“Enough!” I finally managed to to land a hit on her as she focused on another incoming missile. She fell to the ground, to which I marched over and aimed my staff at her, readying a final spell to destroy her and rid the world of one more powerful monster.

She then grabbed her scythe and blasted a shot at my staff, which was sent flying backwards. Just going off of instinct, I tackled her down before she could fire another missile at me. I fought for the scythe, trying to take it and kill her with her own weapon.

“You fool. You should know not to grapple with a mamono.” Her words distracted me, which she used to her advantage and jerked her scythe upwards. I lost my grip, and she kicked me off of her and sent me to the ground. Before I could get up, she had her scythe at my throat, a devilish grin on her face. “What were those words you said earlie? ‘Little girl’ or something, right?” She brought the end of her weapon down on my face with a thud.

“And that’s how I met your mother, kids.” I said to my two Baphomet daughters, both of them clapping at the end of the story.