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[The Fantasy World of FireHeart] 3.2.12.2. The Ambush - Part Three

Robert launches the next batch of Dances of Myriad Dragons, this time quicker than the last. Desmond tries to block them, but Robert seems to aim for unprotected spots. Instead of keep blocking, Desmond lifts his hammer up high to finish Robert off with one desperate, final blow...
And Desmond abruptly stops midway. Is Robert finally knocked out from his earlier attacks so he doesn’t have to attack anymore? From Desmond’s widened eyes and mouth, and blank expression on his face, we know that it’s not so. The handle of Grimlock on his throat confirms that.
Blood sprouts from Desmond’s mouth and nostrils, and then the bouldering bloke falls to the front like a chopped-off lumber. Timber! And on the ground he crashes. Robert spits blood from his internal wound, and surely, Desmond got the worse of it. Being in a blackout, he is now under Robert’s mercy.
Not far from there, Rael’charon and Kyflynn are still shooting and thrusting at each other. The night elf has tried backstabs, Cross Backstab, Cartwheel Slash, and even his trademark move, Soul-Splitting Drill, but the light elf is still too quick for him to hurt, and he is also too quick for Rael’charon’s flying daggers.
One thing for sure, sooner or later Rael’charon will run out of daggers, and that fight will be reduced to an endless chase.
Before that happens, suddenly a shout comes.
‘STOP, Kyflynn!’
The night elf stops his stride and perches on a nearby branch, observing around. It’s Robert’s voice, and that Ranger must be either crazy by shouting thus revealing his position.
As a careful person by experience, Kyflynn doesn’t jump into action right away. He chooses to look closer to the direction of the shout and approaches with caution. It’s Robert, all right. But he’s not alone. Robert stands behind Agustina with his saber on her throat. Then he shouts again,
‘You can try to stab me again, Flynn, but this time I’m ready. And sudden move and Tina’s life will go bye-bye.’
‘Let her go, Robert, if you know what’s good for you,’ says Kyflynn threateningly.
‘Loyalty and friendship. That’s the thing I like about you, Flynn. To catch a bird but lose an arm, that’ll be sad, right? So please, tell me what’s going on here. We’ve fought together on the same side in Enia’s Sanctum. Why did you attack us?’
‘Because we’re not on the same side now. You are my mark, and it’s our duty to finish the mark off, if we ever want to get paid.’
‘Oh, I get it now,’ Robert says, ‘You are bounty hunters by trade, so you go wherever money wants you to. If money wants Tina as your mark, will you go for that? I thought you’re an elf of principle, but I guess I was wrong.’
There’s a pause, and Rael’charon rejoins Robert on the spot, watching Rob’s back.
And then, the Windwalker shows up in front of them with a serious face, saying, ‘Say whatever you like about me, Orcbane, but listen to me Release Agustina, and Desmond too, if you have him – and we shall let you three go.’
‘Sounds like a fair deal,’ says Rael. ‘But what’s your collateral? To guarantee that you won’t attack us again? Your word alone won’t do much good.’
Kyflynn doesn’t take long to think. He takes off the bandages on his ankle, revealing the Mythril Greaves of Eil’thanath. He takes the greaves off and tosses them under Robert’s feet, saying,
‘Here. That should be enough. I have no much use of it anyway. It made me move slower than this elf!’
The Mythril Greaves in Robert’s hands, at last. Now he can return it to Andreas, and the dwarf priest can return to Grad, reuniting with his family.
Then Ney comes, up and about again although still weak. Desmond follows behind her, still dizzy from the knockout he just had. There’s no air of hostility between them. In fact, Desmond’s face looks thankful.
Rael’charon moves closer and supports her sister. Robert picks the Mythril Greaves up and walks away. His face remains as serious as ever, anticipating sudden attacks from behind.
As no attack actually comes, Robert looks back. He finds Kyflynn still tending to Agustina and Desmond from afar. The night elf, dabbing some healing salve on Desmond’s throat, stares back at Robert with thoughts in his mind.
This is not over, Robert. You’re still my mark, and we shall strike again in the moment you least expect it. I’ll get my Mythril Greaves back plus your head and the elf’s as bonus.
Seeing Kyflynn, Robert’s cold stare turns to fiery glare.
Strike again whenever you like, bounty hunters. But this time, I’ll be ready.


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Posted By vadis to The Fantasy World of FireHeart at 12/14/2007 01:57:00 PM

[The Fantasy World of FireHeart] 3.2.12.2. The Ambush - Part Two

Rael swiftly does a half-turn, evading the stab altogether. And they go on, striking and evading each other. So far, they are equally matched.
Meanwhile, Ney and Agustina’s fight is somewhat close to a stalemate. Shards and boulders of ice are scattered on their track. Ney deliberately lures Tina into the woods so they won’t interfere with other duels. Trees get wet and freezing.
Agustina’s Frost Arrows are all stopped with the water bubbles sprouting from Ney’s wand. Seeing that, Ney gets an idea and shoots a rain of water needles at Tina.
‘An Jokul’me Prdaj!’
Tina conjures an Ice Wall that blocks the needles completely. But, another spell is already darting in high speed towards her from her left.
‘An Petravia Fyasch!’
Before the jet of Tidal Blast hits her, the Ice Mage quickly conjures up another Ice Wall. Before she can breathe, another spell already comes from her back. Tina turns quickly and blocks Water Drill Pillars spell with yet another Ice Wall, and another spell comes from Tina’s right.
‘Vare Petravia Nharm!’ The Waterfall spell!
Agustina’s eyes widen. There’s no way she can block this one. The attack is too fast and too high for her! So, she counters with the spell that pops out from her head, ‘An Jokul’me Fyasch!’
Ney is shocked. She never thought that Agustina would resort to that desperate move. As ice begins to engulf her body, Ney realizes that both of them will die from this impact. Agustina’s face looks desperate but she thinks that she has nothing to lose. To meet the toughest opponent in her life and to die with her are enough to fulfill her life purpose, that is to die a glorious death with her arch-enemy.
And so be it. Ney’s body becomes stiff in mid-air and she falls on the ground with a loud thud. Luckily Ney is not freezing, so she didn’t fall into pieces. She’s not dead, but obviously knocked out, unconscious.
Tina, on the other hand, is pretty much conscious. But thick layers of ice wall blocks her from every side but under, and water pouring from above has turned into ice and binds her limbs so she can’t move a muscle. So, we can say that the result is a draw. One is knocked out, and the other is bound in.
Meanwhile, Robert is still fighting with Desmond. Robert is quicker and nimbler than the berserker, but one single blow with Terra Nakroβ can flatten his insides like mashed potato.
Robert leaps, rolls and slides here and there, but doesn’t seem to find an opening through Desmond’s formidable Stone Skin, the armor aura that can render its target weapon-proof.
The Berserker attacks with Landsplitter Quake and Robert dodges it. The white-haired knight turns around and rapidly attacks with Rising Dragon uppercut strike.
The attack hits Desmond’s shoulder, but doesn’t hurt him at all. Robert quickly changes his attack to Dragon Hammering Down, slashing downwards to Desmond’s head. Desmond tries to block it with hand, and Robert abruptly curls his body up and does a stationary triple somersault in mid-air, slashing with his sword like a wheel of fire – a variant of Sleeping Dragon Curls Up. Two slashes land on the berserker’s left and right shoulders near the neck, and one hits Desmond’s head. Normally, his head would be cut exactly in halves.
Ah, no good. It covers his head too, Robert thinks.
And the next thing he sees is a hammerhead coming right towards his face. In that split second, Robert holds his Grimlock with two hands by the handle and the blunt back of its blade. He parries the blow, but the impact sends him flying backwards. He does a somersault and lands on two feet. He seems okay, but suddenly...
A jerk of pain comes from Robert’s insides. He clutches his own chest and vomits blood!
‘Now, does Megaton Impact suit your liking?’
‘Tastes like blood,’ says Robert. ‘You might want to add some salt to it. But hey, why don’t you try mine? Dance of Myriad Dragons!’
Robert slashes randomly with ever-changing skills targeting random places, not orderly and patterned like Ten Point Chain Slash. The enemy won’t be able to predict the second attack with the same technique. Desmond blocks some of the attack and let other slashes land on his Stone Skin. The blows come ceaselessly, and at a certain point Desmond puts extra effort to block the blows by raising his hammer. Noticing this, Robert’s eyes widen.

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Posted By vadis to The Fantasy World of FireHeart at 12/14/2007 01:56:00 PM

[The Fantasy World of FireHeart] 3.2.12.2. The Ambush - Part One

Three riders garbed with black riding hoods are galloping in high speed along the main road from Feynor Port, Concorcea to Myrcalia. It’s been five days since they left Alceste, including two days crossing the Ingram Channel. Robert, Rael’charon and Ney’varíth don’t take any chances at all. Speed is their best bet.
Having eaten his fill on the boat, Robert doesn’t stop or take a rest at all, trying to keep up with the elves. However, Rael’charon who understands fully that humans and horses need rest more than elves do decides to stop at the first traveler’s lodge they find.
A meal and three hours of sleepless rest until sunrise they spend together in one room, chatting and watching over each other. Nothing happens so far. Nothing, even when they check out and continue on their journey.
As they ride in the forest road, suddenly a strong wind hits Robert. Alert, he slides down the right side of this horse, but alas, something hits Robert’s back with a loud ‘clank’, leaving a concentrated pain there. It must’ve been a pointy object.
The wind dies down abruptly.
‘Elf-made Plate Armor... Impressive,’ says a voice from a distance.
Then, a dagger flies swiftly towards Rael’charon.
Startled, Robert tries to stop it, but he’s too late! The pain slows him down. Ney’s reaction is not quick enough either. Rael’s life is in danger!
And the dagger lands... between Rael’charon’s fingers! Its tip is just an inch away from the elf’s eye.
‘You are really good with flying daggers, my friend,’ says Rael’charon coolly. ‘But catching daggers and arrows were also part of my self-defense training... which was not in yours.’ The elf shows the dagger to Robert and Ney. It is stained with blue-colored blood.
Robert realizes it at once. There are two people who can attack this quickly, Hulferd told me once. One is MacLair, the Rogue Assassin. The one with blue blood must be the night elf, Kyflynn. Gosh! Hulferd’s right. I’m not quick enough for both of them. Thanks to Rael, I was ‘saved by the armor’ again.
‘Good. Good. So worthy of the crafty Rael’charon.’
A figure appears from the woods, and stands behind Robert menacingly. Robert is right. He’s the night elf nicknamed the Windwalker. Kyflynn’s blue skin, long, purple hair, mischievous-looking face, and a black wolf tattoo on his left hand. The way he’s standing tells that he can take down all opponents frontally. He clutches his bleeding right thigh, staring at Rael.
Then he says, ‘Looks like we’re going to do this the hard way.’
From the front come a man and a woman.
Ney says, ‘Desmond, Agustina... Long time no see.’
Agustina, the white-haired sorceress whose face expression is as cold as her ice magic, as usual doesn’t respond, and Desmond the brawny blacksmith-berserker responds with, ‘Yes, but I’m afraid this will be the last time we see you three alive.’
Before anyone can ask for reasons why their allies from mission Enia’s Sanctum turn against them now, the Ice Mage suddenly casts her Blizzard spell.
‘An Jokul’me Fyasch!’
Agustina is going to freeze Robert’s party like she did to Sheena Mekh’ta’s bandits! *) As the Blizzard wave flies closer, Ney quickly counters with her signature spell: ‘An Petravia Prdaj!’
The Wall of Water instantly arises high like an ocean wave, blocking the Blizzard fully. Naturally, the water freezes, making the wall more solid. Ney smiles, and Agustina Vyrakova doesn’t look surprised... just cold.

Footnote:
(* Read Book One, Chapter Five in section ‘The Windwalker and the Bladedancer’

Then suddenly, the solid wall of ice cracks and breaks apart! From behind it, Desmond Edmundsen walks through, holding his great hammer Terra Nakroß. Apparently he just swung it with the break-it-all, earth-powered super strike, Megaton Impact.
Robert darts towards Desmond, shouting, ‘Let me handle him!’
Ney also shouts, ‘The Ice Mage is mine! Brother, can you handle Kyflynn?’
‘Same speed, mind over might. Yes, sure I can,’ Rael’charon answers, throwing the bloody dagger at Kyflynn. The assassin slides away. The flying dagger barely grazes his face, and he closes in to land a stab.


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Posted By vadis to The Fantasy World of FireHeart at 12/14/2007 01:46:00 PM