Aeryn - Tournament of Champions 3 - Saga Category

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  • CassZeroCassZero
       
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    The last fight in Vosanova (Part 2/X)

    Aeryn lit some runes on her boots to try to jump higher and face the dragon, which sputtered abyssal power, forming skeletons that ran towards her. The dragon seemed to control those creatures and to help some people who died in Kiserova and had not been collected for a decent funeral, now they stood up with the black goo scoring and covering their eyes. Running away was not even an option.

    Attacking the skeletons was easy mentally, but facing the corpses of the inhabitants was painful. The sword with each stroke filled with the abyssal mud and quickly expelled with the power of the runes. The skeletons struck fearlessly with their fragile bones created by the abyssal force. There were many of them, but Aeryn managed to avoid the voracious hands and cut off the creatures' heads. More and more the street was filled with mud and Aeryn had to stop the dragon as soon as possible.

    When Aeryn took time to breathe she lit some runes on the armor boots to jump better and threw herself on top of the big house where the dragon controlled the dead.
    Nyrea emerged in her spectral form and launched herself straight into the dragon's open, gooey mouth. Aeryn took the opportunity to go to the side to hit with some rustic runes made by the dense air of Kiserova. The dragon felt the blow of the runes as he focused on the sword that was flying in his face. The dragon threw the bad wing forward to protect itself, and the sword plunged into the gooey cartilage of the abyssal force, which soon fell apart forcing Nyrea back to the ground. Aeryn recovered from the rune blow that barely worked and tried to regroup with Nyrea.

    - It won't be an easy fight. - Aeryn said when the dragon roared.

    ---

    Marian pulled everyone between the streets at an uncoordinated pace to get to the pier. The streets were more bumpy than usual and some dead people were bothering her thoughts. Miljivan was always in the middle of everyone to pull and guide the streets.

    As it approached a corner, a wave of skeletons entwined with abyssal power ran past as if monitoring the place. They were not seen and waited for a while before making a comeback, but it was not enough. Another wave was coming around them. The roar of the skeletons made the first wave to return and surround Marian and the caravan on all sides.

    This time Marian was not alone. When she drew her sword she noticed everyone looking for something to defend herself from the skeleton. Miljivan was holding a piece of iron that he had pulled from one of the building's rubble. The skeletons ran in droves towards them.

    Blow after blow, the deformed bones fall easily to the ground. Marian dodged the claws that circled for belly and shoulders. The sword propped and hit the skeletons' faces, spraying black goo. In those moments when the creatures were bruised, the sword cut arms and legs.

    On the other hand, Miljivan's last knight helped everyone with great skill. Miljivan did not stay behind and beat those who managed to break through the improvised formation.

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    Aeryn suffered from the air fight. The runes were not enough to reach the dragon, and they did not bear much weight in a mix of levitation and willpower. Nyrea even managed to deliver a blow or two, but the lanky dragon hopped from house to house and hurled more abyssal skeletons made with unstoppable salivation. They needed to attract the creature to another location.

    Slowly but emphatically, Aeryn tried to strike by forcing the dragon to get close to the ancient arena. The dragon did not seem to care where it was going, and even though flying slowly and awkwardly, they reached a bridge. Aeryn had forgotten about that passage. They were on the south side of the city. The dragon stopped in the center and finally launched its flames at Aeryn who had to throw herself into the river.

    Aeryn opened her eyes in the murky water and looked up. The dragon began to set fire to the entire length of the water's surface. Nyrea started to shine, to shine exactly on the rune in the leviathan. Knowing what to do, Aeryn swam under the bridge holding Nyrea tight with both hands. She needed to act soon so as not to run out of air. The sword slowly began to glow blue until it formed a large spear.

    That spear of water emitted a strong jet that seemed to use all the force of the water. The blow caught the dragon that threw itself off the bridge. Wreckage flew everywhere and the fire immediately ceased across the surface. Aeryn jumped over to where the dragon was. The sword, emitting a blue light, sucked the waters nearby. She did not miss the opportunity and started running to hit the dragon, which in turn placed the wing in front of her face and tried to get around with her claws, while jumping backwards until she reached the Kiserova market.

    More skeletons emerged to help. The dragon roared with fervor trying to escape. Aeryn didn't think twice and ignored the incoming skeletons a little and tried, successfully, to attack the deformed wing. Nyrea stuck in the goo, but the water that emanated did not let it stick, and with great strength Aeryn managed to cut half of it. The dragon this time did not regenerate and the skeletons immediately fell apart. With a loud roar, raising dust he flew without Aeryn having a chance to fight back to the arena.

    Tired, she spotted a closed bottle of honey beer among the rubble of one of the bars. Aeryn went to the bar and picked up the package to check that it was in good condition, which appeared to be intact.

    - I know it is not time Nyrea, but think as if it were the last drink in all Vosanova - Aeryn did not share the drink with Nyrea's astral form and took half the bottle. Nyrea looked with surprise at her thirst. - What? Now let's fight for real.
  • CassZeroCassZero
    The last fight in Vosanova (Aeryn Final Part)

    The skeletons gradually stopped coming towards Marian and Miljivan. It was possible to feel that the strength that fed them was not the same. The blows became slower and were no longer waves of abyssal strength, just simple skeletons without much to offer in strength. The last of the strikers didn't even try to attack, they just walked to the caravan to taste the sword, wood or anything that the caravan members were holding to defend themselves.

    The city showed no sign of life, but it was possible to hear some noise in specific houses. Did they still have citizens in the city? Thought Marian without turning her attention from the corners to reach the pier. Miljivan made improvised bandages on injured people as they walked. No one had a serious injury. Marian still thought it was a miracle, however few people are, that everyone arrived safely at their destination.

    Anyway they got to the last corner. The ship was anchored near the wreckage of one of the docks. Marian remembered that place, the place where Cranket had been consumed by the abyssal force, the place where Marian changed her desire to leave Aeryn and create that unnecessary snowball of personal loss.

    Lukaes appeared to help and show the way to the ship. From a distance, you could see a leviathan watching everything. Some were static and Marian raised his sword.

    - Easy, people. This is, let's say, a friend of Aeryn.

    - I don't believe much - said Marian, putting the sword away and boarding the ship.

    - Aeryn is a fascinating woman - Lukaes smiled unpretentiously.

    Miljivan was the last to go up and stood in the doorway with her hands clasped in the shape of a prayer. She wished with all her last strength and sanity that Aeryn would come back alive.

    -

    The dragon threw flames of fire everywhere in the arena. He had half of one wing and the flight was irregular. When the creature entered the arena, it did not know that it would be its final destination. The creature of pure abyssal strength stood in the center of the arena when she saw Aeryn enter, wielding Nyrea in golden flames. The dragon banged his fists on the ground, shaking the arena, and continued to fire everywhere, a bluish fire that dripped abyssal goo at times due to his weakness from his injuries.

    Aeryn knew the monster was strong, but the wound on the wing was large, and it seemed that the rune blows were having an effect on the dragon's pain. She ran holding the sword firmly and tried to hit the dragon's head when he turned to set fire to another location in the arena.

    Unexpectedly two giant skeletons, robust by cartilage made of abyssal force, stopped Aeryn's blow. The dragon summoned soldiers to surround and protect while destroying everything with fire. Nyrea soon emerged and used the runes Aeryn had reloaded to launch the skeletons to opposite sides. With force the skeletons broke, but soon two more appeared and pushed the knights.

    The last few minutes were exhausting. As much as Aeryn and Nyrea attacked the skeletons, they returned to help their putrid master. The dragon no longer launched fire and while the servants took their attention away, he tried to strike with sharp claws. Always unsuccessful. Aeryn was very attentive throughout.

    She thought about running away. What she came to do has been completed. But she knew that she couldn't leave that creature alive. She knew that if she had the opportunity to strike that abomination with abyssal force, she would do it. Furthermore, the dragon would not leave her alone until she reached the ship, and running away, not knowing what might come up in the streets of Kiserova could increase the dragon's strength.

    - I think he's tired enough - Aeryn started to speak through the shared consciousness with Nyrea - Could you show me what the concentrated strength of a planeswalker can do. Incidentally, the leviathan's strength was not enough.

    - It will be an honor to show you the strength you lost in claiming this power, but I thank you for your trust in this humble sword - Nyrea returned with a smile as she launched her astral form forward causing Aeryn to move away a little - Get further away, it will be something beautiful and dangerous to see.

    The sword in Nyrea's hands began to take on the strongest and most imposing golden fire. She looked emphatically at the dragon, which turned its head like a dog without understanding what could happen at that moment. Nyrea dug the sword into the trembling ground. The flame grew stronger. Nyrea's hair started to flutter.

    Two medium-sized slits opened and elemental lions came out in golden and red flames with many rustic details of the runes. The cats run around crushing the skeletons, ignoring the useless servants and putting all their strength into ferocious bites on the dragon's wings and arms. The creature roared with pain, but could not fight back.

    The dragon started to head the lions and raised enough when it managed to launch its flames everywhere it touched the ground. At that moment the lions released their wing and arm, jumping backwards. Upon seeing the flames arrive, Nyrea forced the sword even further on the ground and the lions returned with fierce and golden flames, mixed with red fire.

    The flame of the dragon and the lions were an incredible display of strength. Even with two forcing the dragon, he did not give in and propelled his body with stature forward to face anyone who crossed his path. At that moment his chest was exposed and Nyrea pulled the sword from the ground and ran with extreme speed until he was under the dragon. She could feel his heart, dead and full of abyssal strength, pounding. The sword quickly went through the dragon. The flames ceased, but the lions' did not, consuming and burning the zombie creature's face with force.

    The dragon was dead in the center of the arena, lions disappeared and Nyrea, like a sword, was lying on the ground without a scratch. Aeryn walked over to her friend.

    - Rest well now. You did a good job - She sheathed her sword - Let's go home finally.

    -

    Gradually the sun was setting on the horizon. Miljivan had not left her post at the ship's entrance, eyes closed and hands asking, for any spirit he might hear, to help Aeryn. Marian came close to her.

    - You should rest. It was a long journey and your prayers will certainly be answered, but now it's time to stop - Marian lowered Miljivan's hands, who seemed to cry.

    In the distance something shone as a reflection. Miljivan felt something and raised her head, opening her eyes looking for something. The reflection shone again around the corner. It was Aeryn, who walked calmly through her injuries. Miljivan did not move.

    Aeryn walked a little further and stopped in front of the ship, near the ship's entrance. She smiled when she saw Miljivan. Both were in the last rays of the sunset. They kept looking at each other, a look that showed peace. Nobody has moved yet.

    Aeryn took the first step towards Miljivan...

    THE END ... for Aeryn in the Tournament of Champions 3
    Thanks to everyone who followed the story of this character.
  • CassZeroCassZero
    edited October 2020
      
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  • CassZeroCassZero
    (Epilogue) - Past That Torments

    5 years after the events in Vosanova.

    The hooded woman was running nonstop peeking through trees and rubble during Ovan Nova's silent night. Getting there brought bitterness to the hooded woman's mouth, in addition to the difficulty of passing through the watchful armies who wanted to restore order in Vosanova. She didn't care about politics and had no idea how things were going in Vosanova. There was only one goal.
    Among the streets and rubble, some beings in humanoid form with a blackish and purple fur, as if they had been burned or consumed by something, with their arms dangling, grunted without purpose and did not care about the hooded one, who avoids crossing the path of those creatures. When needed, her sword shone and beheaded the creatures without fear.
    Finally she arrived at the entrance to the catacombs and went down as far as she could. Some studies and a lot of help from natives, mixed with local legends, made the puzzles to open the gates easier than expected. The place was old and many gears did not work and many stones blocked the way. In those moments, the sword, which had two specific stones in the hilt in a three-space lot, shone to give strength and cut the obstacles like butter.
    The further down, the darker the place became, lifeless and frightening with the heavy air, mixed with the sounds of grunts echoing between the stone arches that supported the chamber where the hooded woman had arrived.
    The place beyond the darkness had only an old and broken altar that held a kind of purple vapor with a kind of red-eyed creature trying to escape from what appeared to be his prison. It seemed to be the fragment of a visceral struggle there. The air got heavier.
    She came close to the altar and plunged the sword into the steam. In the three spaces of sword runes, lapis lazuli with a leviathan design and rune with a sword design in amber began to shine. The vapor began to be ferociously sucked into the free space. In the end the vapor turned into an amethyst with a design of a black flame. The place shuddered with a terrifying echo.
    Ar-Ka-Nai
    The sound came from a sudden gale that gradually dissipated and threw the woman's hood away, which she quickly pulled away leaving only a pink streak showing.
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