User blog:Yudayahito/Three Brothers in the Age of Monster Girls: Story Arc 1 Finale(Part 4)(Fanfic)

Earlier….

Enyo sat up in the short grass, the effects of Isaac's molestation magic wearing off hours after he and his brothers had left. She screamed at the top of her lungs, frightening a small murder of crows(that's what the group is called) as she did so.



"Hey! Where'd the men go?", the scout Harpy asked as she landed next to the fuming Minotaurus.

"I don't know…. I couldn't see", Enyo answered as she tried to get her temper under control, still breathing heavily.

"Do you think maybe they went to the big camp way over there?", the Harpy asked, pointing her wing to the West.

"You know where they are!?", Enyo asked, looming over the scout.

"Ah! N-no! But we were planning a raid tonight! Maybe you'll find him then!", the Harpy stammered, afraid for her life as Enyo's shadow overtook her.

"Good", Enyo stated. "I'll have him then"

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The Salamander continually advanced on Isidore, the Mercenary barely able to dodge her blade.

"Judging by the way you fight, you have trouble with commitment", she taunted.

"No, I'm just waiting for you to tire out", Isidore replied as he dodged a vertical slice.

"Oh don't worry! I can go on all night ♥ ", the Salamander replied, winking at the mercenary.



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore made his move as soon as she winked, darting to her left, slicing her side below the ribs. The fiery Monster hissed in pain, but her flames grew more intense as well.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Mmmm. You're good", she said, grinning ear to ear. Isidore followed through with a downward slice aimed at her head, but the Salamander brought her own massive blade up, blocking his attack. Before Isidore could react, she gripped her weapon in two hands and attacked with a downward arc.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore dodged the devastating blow, but was ill-prepared when the Salamander spun around and struck him with her tail, knocking him onto his back. Isidore immediately tried to pat away the flames, but found that there were none there. The mercenary barely managed to dodge the horizontal slice aimed at his belly, his curiosity quickly subsiding as his focus returned to the fight.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Hope your not ready to give up just yet!", the Salamander taunted.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I'll only stop when I'm dead!", Isidore shouted, charging in once more.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha trembled as she and her fellow soldiers barely managed to hold their line, many struggling to keep their shields up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Don't give up!", one of the male soldiers shouted as a group of Lizardmen smashed up against them.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The screams of battle and the clashing of metal was deafening. Agatha's head ringed as she tried to say focused on the battle, thrusting her spear with all her strength at her foes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Hold the line!", the same soldier shouted. A piercing scream filled the soldier's ears as a Harpy dove towards them, grabbing the male soldier as she swooped by. Agatha moved to clear the gap in the line, but froze when she saw a Minotaurus charging at her.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The beastman Monster charged forward, screaming with primal rage as she crashed into the line of soldiers, sending them flying. She didn't care to stop and finish them off, only continued charging through the camp. Agatha struggled to regain her footing as she saw a swarm of Monsters grab her comrades, devilish laughter and terrified screams echoing in the night.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"My my!", a sultry voice declared. "What's a pretty little thing like yourself doing in a place like this?"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha saw the hourglass figure of a Succubus floating above her, her leathery wings casting great shadows in the moonlight. She bore a wicked smile, her red eyes shining like devil gems full of demonic power. Her long dark blue hair clashed with her bright pink breastplate, the heart-shaped piece of armor offering little in the way of protection or modesty, exposing a great valley of cleavage from her ample bosom. Monstrous runes of pleasure adorned both sides of her navel, the black marks accentuating her creamy white skin. Her bottoms appeared to be little more than a pink strap, and her legs were mostly exposed, only some simple leg guards and gauntlets offered any semblance of actual protection.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Do you like what you see? ♥ ", the demon asked. Agatha could harpy move, let alone speak.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Instinct told her to flee, but something told her body to stay where it was. The Succubus did not wait for a response. "Because I like what I see. Such a sweet little thing you are…"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Succubus lowered herself towards Agatha's helpless form, gloved hands grabbing her face.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"A soldier's life is not for you", she whispered, the worlds slithering into Agatha's mind like a slimy tentacle. "No… I you need  to have a little fun"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha closed her eyes as she braced herself for whatever the Succubi had planned, too paralyzed to resist. The Succubi's charm made Agatha's mind go blank. She could no longer hear the sounds of battle, feel nothing more than the Monster's touch.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Suddenly, a liquid heat spread over Agatha's face, and the cacophony of war once again made itself known to the solider's ears. Pulling back, Agatha opened her eyes, her gaze met by the twitching form of the Succubus, blood spraying out of her neck, her screams muffled by the flaming hand of there Hero Solomon.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha stumbled backwards in fear, the Succubi's limp hand trying to reach out to her,, but the flames from Solomon's hand burnt away her flesh as his sword pierced deeper and deeper into her shoulder, severing her spinal cord as she died.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Solomon withdrew his weapon from the now dead Monster, her blood shining on his blade. The Hero flicked his wrist, casting the tainted blood to the ground and picked Agatha up by the collar of her chainmail, the young girl barely able to keep her footing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"My…. Lord", Agatha whimpered, averting her gaze. The Hero placed his hand under Agatha's chin, still hot form his magic, and forced her to look at him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Now is not the time for rest or humility. Now is the time to fight!", he said, his brown eyes burning with dedication and hatred.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha once again found herself unable to speak. Instead she quickly fetched her spear and followed the Hero into the fray.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac sat in awe and fear as he watched his brother and the Salamander fight. They traded blow after blow with each other, the Salamander covered in bleeding cuts, but her flames were brighter than any Isaac had ever seen, her fighting spirit was as high as it could have been. Isidore was not without wounds too, but only his clothes and parts of his armor were damaged, as the Salamander's blade was made of Demon Realm silver, which did not kill, but drained away stamina and spirit energy. Like his counterpart, Isidore lost no drive to fight, but his stern expression made it difficult to tell if he was enjoying the fight like his foe was.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">They both kept their fronts to each other whenever possible, each loath to expose their backs to an attack. Their attrition and lasted for what seemed like ages. Despite the war going on around them, it was if they were in their own little world as they fought. Isaac wondered for a moment if they would stay like that forever if they were to go on uninterrupted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Suddenly, flash of light cast away the night sky, blinding Isidore and bringing pause to the battlefield. The black-cloaked boy shielded his eyes as he looked up, eyes growing wide when he saw the moon still hanging high in the sky beneath a shining golden barrier.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"SOLDIERS OF THE ORDER! STAND YOUR GROUND!", Solomon shouted, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield. Agatha tightened her grip on her spear as she watched the Hero pour his strength and spirit into his magic, arm held high to heaven as the magic formed a barrier around the camp. The Hero dropped his hand with a great sigh, the magic having taken much out of him, but regained his stance regardless, gripping his longsword with both hands. "The barrier won't last for long. We need to end this now!"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I'm with you, my Lord!", Agatha declared.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"As am I!", another soldier declared.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"And me!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"And me!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"All of us!"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Solomon grinned at the soldiers, their spirit returning to them. He looked upon the battlefield and saw that the Mamono had begun to be affected by the barrier's power. Blinded by the light and their strength failing them, they were no longer superior beings, but weak and pathetic creatures.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Where's the commander?", one of the soldiers asked, unable to see him in the illuminated camp.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"It matters not!", Solomon snapped, turning his attention back to the soldiers. "Now is our chance to destroy the Monsters and end this!".

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Yes, my Lord!", the solider responded, casting aside his concerns.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"For the Gods!", Solomon shouted as he charged down the hill. Agatha and the other soldiers joined their voices in his war cry as they charged towards their foes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Gah! What the?", the Salamander grunted as the light blinded her. Isidore, who was facing away from the light, was able to recover much faster.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Salamander gasped as Isidore jabbed his dagger into her chest, blood gushing out as he stabbed her over and over again. Isidore withdrew his blade on a last time as the Monster fell to the ground in a pool of her own blood. The Mercenary panted heavily as he stood over his dying foe, the Salamander forming a small smile.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"That was a good fight", She said weakly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"It's a bit of a pity that luck is what afforded me my victory", Isidore replied, grinning a bit.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Salamander laughed weakly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"A victory is a victory", she said. "So crongrats… handsome"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore knelt down as the Salamander died, sighing out her last breath, eyes half-lidded as if in bliss as her flames finally were extinguished. The Mercenary closed her eyes with his right hand and stood back up, readying himself for his next foe.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Izzy!", Isaac said, running up to his green cloaked brother. The young man looked up at his grizzled brother, trembling a bit.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You…. you killed her", he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"That's what happens in war", Isidore replied, looking past his bother, but seeing no enemies despite the sounds of fighting.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"But it's wrong to take a life!", Isaac pleaded, tears forming in his green eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Is it any different than getting dragged off and raped?", Isidore asked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac was taken aback, unable to come up with a response.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"THERE YOU ARE!", a familiar, furious voice declared. Isaac and Isidore looked to the East to see Enyo the Minotaurus rise out of a destroyed tent, a few cuts spread across her flesh and leather top.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Little shit, tried to ditch me!", Enyo said through gritted teeth. "I've thought about beating you to a bloody pulp for a long, long time". She gripped her axe with both of her mighty hands and hefted it above her head. "And now I get to!"

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Minotaurus leaped into the air, Isidore and Isaac jumped out of the way as she landed, her axe splitting the ground by at least a meter.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You again?!", Isidore exclaimed, recognizing her. Enyo looked up at the Mercenary and grinned lustfully as she pulled her axe out of the ground.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Ah hell…..", Isidore groaned.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Enyo charged again at Isidore, though missed again as he dodged out of they way. Isidore was panting heavily, the exhaustion from the fight with the Salamander having drained most of his energy, but he was determined to keep fighting. He charged as Enyo was just turning around, catching her off guard and slicing her thigh. Of course, this did nothing to slow her down.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Enyo screamed as she swung her axe, striking the Mercenary in his belly. Isidore grunted from the blow. Monster weapons were strange. Their strikes were like having a searing hot blade pass through the body, but left no mark or drew any blood. They cut, but did not take life.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore was flung into a nearby tent by Enyo's attack, the green-cloaked mercenary struggling to fight his way out of the white fabric. He felt tired, ready to collapse. For a few moments, he thought about how good it would have felt to just lie down and go to sleep. He was tired. He was sore. He wanted to sleep.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">As these thoughts raced through his mind, he gritted his teeth and stood back up. As much as he wanted to stop, he wanted to continue even more. He charged again at Enyo, the ferocious woman roared at the top of her lungs and charged at him as well. determined to beat him this time. They clashed once more, Isidore drawing blood while Enyo smashed Isidore's body, neither of them willing to give up until the other laid broken before them.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac could only look on in horror as his brother continued to fight. He felt helpless and wanted all the fighting to end. He felt like a coward for not fighting, but he wanted no part in the bloodshed as well. He had forgotten the smell of blood and the sight of corpses, an desperately wished to forget them again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The clashing of weapons and shouting of orders drew Isaac's caught Isaac's attention. The Order forces were making their sweep, and any Monsters who hadn't already left were going to be killed. He looked at his brother and at Enyo, and realized what would happen if they saw her.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Determined to avoid another death, Isaac leaped at Enyo as she drew her axe back for another attack, sliding his hands down her top and groping her large breasts. Isidore stopped dead in his tracks, mouth slightly agape. Enyo blushed brightly and tried to shake the Incubus off of her, but Isaac had firmly gripped his legs around her stomach and would not let go, making for a rather humorous and out of place display.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"What the fuck are you doing?!", Isidore shouted at his brother.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Preventing more death!", Isaac replied, pinching Enyo's stiffening nipples underneath the leather fabric.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You're being a pervert is what you're doing!", Isidore shouted back. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, but saw Solomon appear with a group of soldiers from the venter of the camp out of the corner of his eyes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You stupid little shit!", Isidore cursed, rushing at his brother. Isidore knew as soon as his little brother uttered the Minotaurus's name that he was involved with Mamono. Having just been reunited, Isidore was not about to lose his one of his brothers again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Mercenary charged at the two of them, intent on running the Minotaurus through. However, even though Enyo's strength was failing her thanks to Isaac's efforts, she managed swing of her axe that shattered Isidore's shortsword in her panic.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore tossed the broken weapon aside and dove at Enyo's bullish legs, using much of his strength to pull them out form under her, causing her to fall backwards and on top of Isaac, who's ands were still groping her when he was crushed. Isidore pulled out his dagger and was ready to finish Enyo off, but he saw that Solomon and his soldiers weren't too far away.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Growling in frustration, he sheathed his dagger and grabbed his brother by the armpits and pulled him out form under their foe.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"What were you tinting!?", Isidore shouted at his little brother, smacking him on the back of his head as he did so. "You know what they would have done if they saw you? Do you?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I couldn't let you kill her!", Isaac countered, getting confrontational with his brother.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"They're going to kill her anyways! What's it matter now?", Isidore asked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"LOOK OUT!", Solomon shouted as he rushed over.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac had failed to drain all of Enyo's strength, and what little she did have left was more than enough for her to still be dangerous. The beastwoman rose from the ground and grabbed Isidore by his cape, tossing him far into the air in her rage. She clenched her great fists and cocked her arm back ready to face off against Solomon next, but instead, everything went black.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">In his panic, Isaac had cast a spell that shourded the area in darkness, a sort of barrier opposite of Solomon's.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"What!?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Magic?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"More Monsters?", the soldiers panicked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Solomon tried to cast his own magic to counter it, but he was too weak to cast anything that strong anymore.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Retreat!", the Hero grudgingly called, loathed to give up the fight, but as a Hero, his first concern was the safety of mankind, and that included the soldiers with him.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac fled back through the barrier along with his Solomon and the soldiers. His heart sank at the thought of leaving Isidore behind, he took comfort knowing he would be in the company of Monsters.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">(Author's Note)

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">'''Okay, this arc is finally done. Now to get into the good stuff. I knwo it's a cliffhanger, but this is supposed to last a while. Honestly I was petrified of somethign goign horribly wrong and I would end up losing all of my writing since my laptop has been acting erractically for a couple of days. All that matters now is that it's finished. '''