Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Silver Dragoon ❯ Chapter 6
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By: OtakuAngelD 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Occult | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
6
A dead twig snapped, making the figures freeze. Black eyes scanned the way for them, mercury watching the way behind. The latter’s hand was resting uneasily upon his sword. The darker companion had long before rolled up his sleeves, onyx gauntlets staling away what was left of the dying light. “It should be here.” He muttered. “It was here last time I…” He trailed off as another twig snapped.
The knight behind him started to snarl. Dark, dark growl boiling deep in his throat. “They aren’t even trying to be stealthy anymore. How long do you estimate before they catch up?”
Mikal looked skyward, to the swiftly rising moon. A moon that seemed forever red in this place. “They will change soon. That will buy us time.” he continued searching for something on the ground. “The maps say there is an old safe-house here, from the Internal War.”
Silver form moved away. “Then find it. I’ll make sure they don’t reach us.” It received a shake of the head. Hanz knew what it meant. It meant that he was to stay put and guard like he’d promised to do. The gesture left his pacing back and forth, pausing each time at the far outer edge of the Onyx’s sight.
“Hanz, stop that and come here.” He turned to view Mikal. The priest held a strange metal loop in his hand. The loop was badly rusted, connecting to the ground. “Come here and let me lift this.”
The knight made a quick patch back, hands going around the ring as well. He heard the unmistakable hissing of flesh sensitive to silver coming in contact with him. He heard another hiss, from Mikal. He looked at the other, confused. “It is nothing, brother. Just, the door is heavy.”
Hanz pushed the hands away. “Then let me do it…Wait, did you just call me…brother?” His muscles bulged and there was a horrendous squeal. Earth moved away and a huge metal door was thrown to the side of a gaping hole. Barely visible, even by the moonlight, was a small flight of stairs.
“This way. Quickly.” Mikal’s hands was suddenly surrounded by blood colored fire. His voice a soft constant drudging prayer. The more stead the ancient words, the brighter the fire. “And bring the door.”
It was too late. One step in heard guttural sounds from all corners. The fire reflected off at least a dozen sets of eyes. Eyes that were once human, now connected to jagged salivating maws for flesh. In mass, the pack streaked out of their places of hiding. Black and twisted, they were not like the were beasts Hanz fought in the Forest. They had been altered somehow. Reformed into hulking, near mindless beasts.
Hanz’s shout was drown out by snarling fangs and ripping claws. “Run!” Again there was a hiss of flesh meeting silver as one hand connected with the back of Mikal and an equally armored elbow met the face of one of the creatures. A squeal of pain saw the wolf-thing flying backwards, propelled by the knight’s draconic strength. Behind him was the sound of black armor clattering down the stairs in a great distracting cacophony of noise.
The knight wheeled one more to shout down the stairs when the noise stopped. “Mikal, are you all…” His words became a roar of pain as teeth latched onto one leg.
Hanz’s silver armor buckled under the weight of crushing jaws. The smell of burning flesh peppered the air. The pain was not from the teeth. Those had been deflected by the well crafted scale. It was from the heat of searing flesh coupled with the stinging acid that slowly started to eat it’s way though the metal. Hanz swung at it, to have his arm seized by the second. Silver sword slicing the third before the fourth managed to catch his sword arm. The last two circled, trying to find a way past the mountain of knight in their way.
Hanz struggled against the three. Though he could still move effortlessly, he was still outnumbered. And though he was anathema to these creatures, they seemed to enjoy the pain of slow agonizing death. Te last two decided that the only way down was through the large man. As one, they launched themselves towards the figure in silver. Unable to fend off both, he steadied himself for the impact.
Instead of impacting, the figures skidded past covered in a blood colored fire. Under the inhuman screams and draconic snarls, a mumbling deep voice sounded in prayer. The dark, ancient language came from behind and under the knight, raising in volume as the black clad priest came back into view. Those flames springing up to surround the knight and his attackers.
The distraction was all Hanz needed to gain back his baring. Once again, his great inhuman strength showed. One large hand moved, with beast attached. A moment later, a skull was shattered and Zweihander dispatched the last, bathing the area in a stench of burning bodies and boiling blood.
Turning, Hanz sheathed his sword, holding his arm gingerly. He barely smiled at Mikal. “Didn’t I tell you to run? While I did his this handled perfectly well….I thank you, brother. You really are helpful. More so than I thought.”
Mikal shook his head. “My brother, you are truly a valiant knight. We are even. You bought me time I needed to create a prayer that would effect them best.” He turned down stairs once again, only to pause. “Hanz? Silvertalon, are you coming or not?” Mikal looked behind him, impatient. An impatience that slowly turned to concern. “Hanz?”
The Silver Dragoon had gone pale. Normally silver toned skin was turning a strange tinge of blue. He clutched his arm tighter. In a rasping breath, as if struggling to breathe, Hanz spoke. The growling purr more of a wheezing whine. “Be right with you. Stay over there…Bained.” His body swayed, dizzy. “Their bite….their bodies…are baned.” With sheer will alone, the dragon in man’s form trudged the few scant feet to the opening. There he teetered before he went crashing over the precipice and down the stairs to lay in a pile at the bottom.
Mikal could only race down after. He knew of their racial weaknesses. He’s just never considered that dragon’s bane could so easily bring the great Silver Dragoon; the Demon’s Bane; to his knees. Before he sealed their hiding place, the priest whispered into the air. “leave be this night. Leave be.” Then the area was surrounded in a strange crimson fog, cloaking it.
A dead twig snapped, making the figures freeze. Black eyes scanned the way for them, mercury watching the way behind. The latter’s hand was resting uneasily upon his sword. The darker companion had long before rolled up his sleeves, onyx gauntlets staling away what was left of the dying light. “It should be here.” He muttered. “It was here last time I…” He trailed off as another twig snapped.
The knight behind him started to snarl. Dark, dark growl boiling deep in his throat. “They aren’t even trying to be stealthy anymore. How long do you estimate before they catch up?”
Mikal looked skyward, to the swiftly rising moon. A moon that seemed forever red in this place. “They will change soon. That will buy us time.” he continued searching for something on the ground. “The maps say there is an old safe-house here, from the Internal War.”
Silver form moved away. “Then find it. I’ll make sure they don’t reach us.” It received a shake of the head. Hanz knew what it meant. It meant that he was to stay put and guard like he’d promised to do. The gesture left his pacing back and forth, pausing each time at the far outer edge of the Onyx’s sight.
“Hanz, stop that and come here.” He turned to view Mikal. The priest held a strange metal loop in his hand. The loop was badly rusted, connecting to the ground. “Come here and let me lift this.”
The knight made a quick patch back, hands going around the ring as well. He heard the unmistakable hissing of flesh sensitive to silver coming in contact with him. He heard another hiss, from Mikal. He looked at the other, confused. “It is nothing, brother. Just, the door is heavy.”
Hanz pushed the hands away. “Then let me do it…Wait, did you just call me…brother?” His muscles bulged and there was a horrendous squeal. Earth moved away and a huge metal door was thrown to the side of a gaping hole. Barely visible, even by the moonlight, was a small flight of stairs.
“This way. Quickly.” Mikal’s hands was suddenly surrounded by blood colored fire. His voice a soft constant drudging prayer. The more stead the ancient words, the brighter the fire. “And bring the door.”
It was too late. One step in heard guttural sounds from all corners. The fire reflected off at least a dozen sets of eyes. Eyes that were once human, now connected to jagged salivating maws for flesh. In mass, the pack streaked out of their places of hiding. Black and twisted, they were not like the were beasts Hanz fought in the Forest. They had been altered somehow. Reformed into hulking, near mindless beasts.
Hanz’s shout was drown out by snarling fangs and ripping claws. “Run!” Again there was a hiss of flesh meeting silver as one hand connected with the back of Mikal and an equally armored elbow met the face of one of the creatures. A squeal of pain saw the wolf-thing flying backwards, propelled by the knight’s draconic strength. Behind him was the sound of black armor clattering down the stairs in a great distracting cacophony of noise.
The knight wheeled one more to shout down the stairs when the noise stopped. “Mikal, are you all…” His words became a roar of pain as teeth latched onto one leg.
Hanz’s silver armor buckled under the weight of crushing jaws. The smell of burning flesh peppered the air. The pain was not from the teeth. Those had been deflected by the well crafted scale. It was from the heat of searing flesh coupled with the stinging acid that slowly started to eat it’s way though the metal. Hanz swung at it, to have his arm seized by the second. Silver sword slicing the third before the fourth managed to catch his sword arm. The last two circled, trying to find a way past the mountain of knight in their way.
Hanz struggled against the three. Though he could still move effortlessly, he was still outnumbered. And though he was anathema to these creatures, they seemed to enjoy the pain of slow agonizing death. Te last two decided that the only way down was through the large man. As one, they launched themselves towards the figure in silver. Unable to fend off both, he steadied himself for the impact.
Instead of impacting, the figures skidded past covered in a blood colored fire. Under the inhuman screams and draconic snarls, a mumbling deep voice sounded in prayer. The dark, ancient language came from behind and under the knight, raising in volume as the black clad priest came back into view. Those flames springing up to surround the knight and his attackers.
The distraction was all Hanz needed to gain back his baring. Once again, his great inhuman strength showed. One large hand moved, with beast attached. A moment later, a skull was shattered and Zweihander dispatched the last, bathing the area in a stench of burning bodies and boiling blood.
Turning, Hanz sheathed his sword, holding his arm gingerly. He barely smiled at Mikal. “Didn’t I tell you to run? While I did his this handled perfectly well….I thank you, brother. You really are helpful. More so than I thought.”
Mikal shook his head. “My brother, you are truly a valiant knight. We are even. You bought me time I needed to create a prayer that would effect them best.” He turned down stairs once again, only to pause. “Hanz? Silvertalon, are you coming or not?” Mikal looked behind him, impatient. An impatience that slowly turned to concern. “Hanz?”
The Silver Dragoon had gone pale. Normally silver toned skin was turning a strange tinge of blue. He clutched his arm tighter. In a rasping breath, as if struggling to breathe, Hanz spoke. The growling purr more of a wheezing whine. “Be right with you. Stay over there…Bained.” His body swayed, dizzy. “Their bite….their bodies…are baned.” With sheer will alone, the dragon in man’s form trudged the few scant feet to the opening. There he teetered before he went crashing over the precipice and down the stairs to lay in a pile at the bottom.
Mikal could only race down after. He knew of their racial weaknesses. He’s just never considered that dragon’s bane could so easily bring the great Silver Dragoon; the Demon’s Bane; to his knees. Before he sealed their hiding place, the priest whispered into the air. “leave be this night. Leave be.” Then the area was surrounded in a strange crimson fog, cloaking it.