jæja þá er þessi kafli úr vegi. ég verð að segja að það er fátt skemmtilegra en að skrifa bardaga; sérstaklega þegar um er að ræða jafn fjölhæfa menn og wisim. þegar hann á í hlut þá er erfitt að halda í við möguleikana á kröftum hans.
í þessum kafla fara hlutirnir að gerast fyrir alvöru og sá sem mun svíkja liðið sýnir sýna réttu liti.
allavega
enjoy



79th chapter

When fire falls from the sky


Mesfer was in ecstasy. his wings were bloody and torn from the initial attack, his torso was sore from one of the heads he ripped apart from their bodies,
His face was black with the rotten blood of the gargoyles and in each hand he held the heads of his foes.
A lightning rumbled behind him as he saw the thousand gargoyles charge him from every direction.
Exen’tors eyes glowed fiery green and his voice echoed over the valley: “come on then!”
He flew towards a large cluster of gargoyles and shot from both his hands bolts of sand.
The bolts flew straight and true to their targets, exploded and vaporized large parts of the cluster.
He flew to one of the gargoyles, punched through its body, then used it as a jumping point and jumped to his next prey.

Sira’dreth flew through the gargoyles, burning their bodies in an instance. She glowed heavily, shining like a bright red sun bursting though a black cloud of enemies.
She almost laughed with joy, she was ignoring the ever resistant call of the corruption by that feeling alone.
Fire rose from her body like the angle of a sun, reaching from her body, burning through all incoming gargoyles, she was a gleaming fireball, a second sun in the sky.

Her wings were shining bright white against the darkened sky, a guardian of the heavens. Out of her hands stuck out shining blades ice. And surrounding her flew shards of ice spinning with ferocity as she neared her targets.
The wyrms were charging at her, breaths of frost shooting through her ,cold enough to freeze the most searing volcano.
And against the attack she only smiled. Her wings fluttered and she was off. She flew to one of the wyrms, grabbed hold of its skull and froze the bones. The wyrm was fully frozen within few seconds.
She shot out a stream of ice, and connected horns on the wyrms head. Using the ice as reins and the wyrm as a mount she turned the dragon left towards the nearest wyrm.
They glided slowly forwards until Mizra crashed them together. There was a loud crash when they collided together and fell as heaps of bones to the ground.
Mizra flew softly over watching the crash with joy. the sight of the destruction of her enemies was the only thing that kept her thought s away from her relevation couple of days ago. so she enjoyed the massive spectacle of two dragons falling before her with great tenacity.
A wyrm high above her took a dive and flew swiftly through the air accelerating more and more by every second until it closed its massive jaws around her.
But they were stopped by large blocks of ice that suddenly surrounded her and stooped the wyrm dead in the air.
Mizra turned around ,her wings moving through the bones and freezing them, and said:
“Freezing spike!”
A large spike formed in front of her piercing through the wyrm.
Another heap of bones fell from the sky.


Manvalas stood atop the pillar and watched in awe as his friends finally came to his aid.
He watched as they burned the plague from the clods. Fire,ice and sand fell from the sky mixed with ash and bones.
Their foes tried to attack them without any effect and slowly the sky was being cleared.
Manvalas fell to his knees, overcome by emotion and fatigue. The battle was now in the hands of his friends. If there was anyone that could win it in this world it was them. He saw them fulfilling their roles as the world became blurred.
All eyes were on the three figures that had so suddenly appeared and begun blasting the victory from the undead cold hands.
All eyes except two pairs who were surrounded by undead and were a little more concerned with their own safety than the awesome spectacle in the sky.

Wisim charged up his hands with blue energy creating a shield around himself and readying for the battle.
Ankthar cocked his gun pointed it towards a mean looking necromancer. The gun made an almost blasphemous noise compared to what was happening in the sky.
The necromancer fell down ,headless, and every undead which hadn‘t noticed them already turned their rotten eyes on them.
Wisim punched Ankthar in the head. “YOU IDIOT! Now we‘re going to have to take care of all of them.”
“Tha‘ aint gonna be a problem,ye take the eastern ‘alf ah’ll take the western part.”
“I can’t just “take them out” I’m a wizard not a hitman.”
He pointed his right hand backwards towards an incoming zombie and without a flicker or a sign of added concentration a bright blue beam shout out and cut through ten ranks of the undead with a sound of thousand lighning striking at once.
“ey ‘ats technically me side ye knoe”
He hit Ankthar again on the head: “The point of spending hundreds of years in training to rain death from afar…” he punched his open hand triggering an arcane explosion which blasted all undeads away.
“..Is staying goddamn away and afar.”
“Now jez relax friend ,yer taking me kills.”
Wisim threw a bright blue ball up high which immediately started killing all undead by bright blue rays shooting at all incoming enemies.
“Your kills? I couldnt care less about your kills, look here’s how things are supposed to work. You run mindlessly into the enemy taking blows and taking their names while I stay back and kick their assess and take their names.”
“So what? Ah’m a bleeding punchbag fer tha enemy and ye?”
“Yeah! At least don’t drop me down in the middle of the goddamn enemy to be eaten alive! I’m frigging fragile ” He raised his hands to his left and right and let out a steady and massive stream of magical missiles shooting out like a hurricane, killing undeads in dozens if not hundreds.
Ankthar shot him a look of rivalry and dispute and there was as if a lightning was shooting out between their eyes.
A sword suddenly landed on Wisim’s shield, punching a few steps back.
Wisim fell to the ground and Ankthar was quick to block another hit by sworddevil who was now wielding one massive sword with the arms of an abomination, head of a night elf and the body of an owlbear.
A wide grin almost ripped his checks as he spoke:
“well then, we had actually given up on you people and resorted to other more crude methods but then you just show up at our doorstep. What would you have us do then?”
“You’re all gathered here so nicely after all we did to get you together.”
Wisim suddenly felt extremely sick and woozy and decided not to stand up, Ankthar seemed to feel the same but kept his ground.
He heard voices, he heard screams, wailings, grunts and whimpers.
Not from the outside , But from inside. Voices were creeping into his mind overpowering his own thoughts. He blacked out for a second and saw as Ankthar fell to his knees, his axes lying by his side, blood trickling from his eyes and nose.
He didn’t see too clearly ,everything appeared red and indistinctive.
But he saw a massive armor-clad figure walk towards him, a sword gleaming like fire in a meadow and eyes as cold as death.
The sword was thrust into the ground in front of his eyes.
And then the world was darkness.

“Which one is he? “ Arthas asked.
“We think he is the new “blue” sir".
Arthas looked at Wisim and a smile grew on his frozen face.
“allright” he said with a voice that sounded like it could break a man in half just by uttering his name, “lets get our birds out of the sky.”
Sworddevil gave the signal and a thousand missiles were let loose, magical and otherwise. The dark sky was suddenly lit alight when all missiles found their mark.