âYour whole peaceful monk shtick seems to be suffering,â Noah said through gritted teeth. His entire arm pulsed in pain and he was pretty sure the fragments of his broken knuckles were digging into his flesh from within, but he didnât exactly have time to deal with that problem at the moment.
Alexandra was still coming at him with her sword, and each blow was passing dangerously close to connecting. The only thing that had been saving Noah was her occasional pauses and jerks as she attempted to wrest control of her body back from whatever Gentil had done to her.
The sounds of Lee and Moxieâs fight still rang out from the dark corner of the room and, if anything, theyâd actually intensified. Their opponent was holding them both off at once, and it didnât sound like he was doing too badly.
This is less than ideal.
Gentilâs lips worked like he was trying to say something, but he couldnât even muster words through the anger. Veins in his neck bulged and the air around him wavered like a mirage as magic poured out of his body.
He doubled over, raking his hands across his back. His fingers tore through his clothes and ripped into his skin, leaving bloody furrows in their wake. Gentil staggered, letting out a furious scream as his head raised again, the red light now filling his eyes completely.
âDamn, man. Temper tantrums should be left for when youâre a toddler. Arenât you a bit too old for this?â Noah asked, raising his good hand. Gentilâs Shield bracelet was on his left arm. As long as it remained there, Noah didnât want to risk using Sunder and giving away his most powerful weapon.
Alexandraâs sword bit into Noahâs shoulder. He snarled and launched her away with another blast of wind, throwing her through the door with a loud crash. There wasnât any room to keep the girl at bay and fight Gentil at the same time. Getting her out of the way would also leave room for him to use Sunder without worrying about leaving any witnesses.
Besides, sheâs really tough. Iâve still yet to actually leave a scratch on her, so Iâm sure getting smashed through a few more things isnât going to cause her any long-term issues â if she survives today, that is. Iâm not too thrilled about her chances.
âYou will pay penance,â Gentil spat, thrusting a blood-covered hand toward Noah. The air before Gentil shifted and Noah dove, just barely moving out of the way in time to avoid four translucent claws that sliced the wall behind him apart into neat sections.
âThe hell kind of magic is that?â Noah asked, staggering to his feet and pushing through the pain pulsing through his hand. âNot a very kind thing to do. Shouldnât we be trying to talk this out?â
âBe silent!â Gentil screamed, lurching toward Noah. He moved in a drunken stagger that was deceptively fast, closing the ground between them in a second and lunging for Noah.
Noah stepped past Gentil, avoiding another bloody claw and sweeping the manâs legs out from under him â or rather, trying to. It was like hitting a brick wall. Noah swore and jumped back, setting off a blast of wind magic between them.
Gentilâs shield flashed to life, but Noah wasnât trying to hurt him. The wind threw Noah back, and he skidded across the ground several feet away, having bought himself a little space. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alexandra step out from behind the door, her sword still aflame.
Rocks rained from the ceiling, clattering all around the room. Huge vines writhed from where Moxie and Lee were fighting, but the clash of metal showed no signs of letting up. It didnât sound like anyone was in any position to help Noah.
âYou willââ Gentil started, but he was cut off as Noah grabbed the flames from the candles around them and sent them forward in a wall of roaring fire, enveloping him.
Gentilâs shield lit, keeping the magic from touching him. Even though Noah couldnât see Gentil through the torrent of fire, he could see the glow of the manâs shield as he advanced toward Noah, pushing through the flame like it were a mild breeze.
âMoxie!â Noah yelled. âAre you handling things?â
âWeâre fine!â Moxie yelled back a second later. âThis is a tough bastard, but weâre holding him down.
Noahâs lips pressed thin. Alexandra ran at him. He let up on the fire and he threw her back through a wall with another violent blast of wind. It was a good thing that she wasnât employing any strategy or even trying to dodge. If she did, the fight would have probably been impossible without killing her.
As soon as Noahâs fire dropped, Gentil lunged at him, reaching out with a clawed hand. Noah felt magic scream over his back as he ducked and dipped to the side, just barely avoiding Getnilâs grasp.
âIâm going to have to do my specialty,â Noah called. âIâm sorry. Gentil is too damn strong. Youâll be fine?â
It was a moment before Moxie answered. âWeâll be fine! Just donât do anything stupid!â
Too late.
Gentil turned toward Noah. His molten eyes flared as he took a step toward Noah, holding his hands out to either side like a sumo wrestler.
âNo more running. You will be punished,â Gentil hissed.
âAnd you need to figure out how to keep it from sounding like youâre trying to make dirty talk,â Noah countered, reaching into his bag and grabbing a large tuft of Flashgrass. He Combusted it completely, but let the smoke rise up around him and join in with the rest of the smoke from the candles. A quick glance showed Alexandra had yet to return to the room. Noah called out to Sunderâs powers. He drank greedily, pulling as much power as he could manage. âCome on then. Catch me.â
Gentil lunged, screaming. Noahâs veins turned black. Icy power flooded his body as Gentilâs hand clamped down on Noahâs neck. Bands of pain erupted as Gentil started to squeeze his throat, but that did nothing to halt the hungry magic within him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Noah released every ounce of it. A black flash carved through the air as a spear plummeted from the darkness beyond the ceiling, carving through the air like the avenging fist of a god and slamming straight into Gentilâs back.
The Shield flashed â and shattered. Magic swirled around the two of them, buffeting Noahâs hair back and filling the air with thick, syrupy power. Gentil screamed in pain. The bracelet on his wrist cracked, falling to the ground in two perfectly clean halves.
Ah, shit. Sunder didnât kill him.
Gentil straightened. As powerful as Sunder had been, it had spent everything just penetrating the Rank 5 Shield.
âWhat was that?â Gentil hissed, his grip tightening around Noahâs throat so much that he couldnât breathe. Noahâs legs kicked and he wheezed, grasping at his magic. He was draining fast, and the pain was ramping up at an alarming rate.
Noahâs lips worked, trying to form words.
âTell me!â Gentil screamed, shaking Noah violently. His grip loosened just enough for Noah to speak. âAnd if your veins turn black again, Iâll snap your neck here and now.â
Sunderâs already done its job. I wonât need it again.
Noah drew on Natural Disaster one last time, grabbing all the smoke that floated in the air around them. Then he reared back, calling on every last scrap of power he had, and forced every wisp of smoke into Gentilâs mouth.
Gentil sputtered in surprise, coughing as Noah forced the smoke into his lungs. His grip slacked for just another moment, and Noah took that to force the last of the smoke that he could gather from the Flashgrass, shoving it between Gentilâs lips â there was no need to put it through his nose, as that was still flattened.
Noah then reared back and drove his good fist forward with all his might, punching Gentil in the mouth. Teeth cracked beneath the blow, but Noahâs own bones broke alike. Gentilâs body was somehow magically reinforced, but he didnât have time to worry about why.
Gentil bit down on his arm like a rabid dog, but Noah flashed a cold smile through the pain cutting through his body.
âIâd say Iâd see you in hell, but they wonât let me stick around,â Noah spat. The tip of his finger â the one belonging to a hand that was currently shoved into Gentilâs mouth â sparked as Noah called on Combustion.
Gentilâs eyes bulged. He desperately tried to pull back, but it was too late. Flame raced down, following the trail into the condensed ball of smoke roiling within Gentilâs lungs. The last thing Noahâs eyes were graced with was the look of terror on Gentilâs face.
***
A huge explosion rocked the room, swallowing both Noah and Gentil in a ball of flame that shattered every single piece of melted wax around them. The resulting shockwave put out every other candle in the room, which was momentarily lit with blinding light from the fireball.
The flame rolled across the ceiling as ash rained down. Two charred, brittle corpses, both ripped completely to pieces and warped forever beyond recognition, cracked as they hit the ground, falling apart almost instantly.
For an instant, the cloaked man fighting Moxie and Lee froze, staring in disbelief at his dead master. That instant was enough. Moxieâs vines whipped out, finally managing to grab his arms and yank them taut.
Leeâs axe whistled through the air and slammed into his neck. It thunked, biting several inches before grinding to a halt against impossibly tough skin. Lee didnât seem particularly concerned with that, though. She just reared back and swung it again.
The man struggled furiously, trying to pull himself free, but the blood-red vines were as strong as iron. No matter how hard he struggled, they held firm.
About fifteen chops later, his head finally rolled off and thudded to the ground. The vines holding him up receded, and the nameless manâs body was dumped to the ground beside his head.
Moxie spun toward where Noah and Gentilâs fight had ended, sprinting over to it. Lee ran up beside her, her eyes passing over the remains of the bodies.
âGood,â Lee said with a sigh of relief. âHeâs definitely gone.â
Moxie nodded, though she looked a lot less relieved than Lee. She swallowed, the adrenaline still making her heart slam in her chest. âYeah. I donât know if Iâll ever get used to that. Damned Plains. This guy was a monster.â
âHe had some weird magic,â Lee said. âNot a Rank 4, though. He didnât have a domain.â
âRank 3,â Moxie said with a nod, letting out a slow breath to try to steady herself. âBut one that was jumped up with higher rank magic. I donât know how much weâve got until the rest of this evil bastardâs people show up. Lee, you can smell magic, right?â
Lee nodded.
âCan you look for anything with a magical scent and try to collect it?â Moxie asked. âIâve got something to deal with.â
âOkay,â Lee said with a nod. âWhat is it?â
Moxie turned her gaze toward Alexandra, who leaned against the doorframe, her face covered in ash and flaming sword held loosely in her hand.
âHer.â
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