same, but the barbed tails were new. What the fuck was going on?
These look different. A new breed? Dorian said through the link.
The ones we’ve been taking out in Hell haven’t had barbed tails and weren’t as big, P confirmed through the link. He and Sander were the Guardians on Hell Realm rotation.
I’ve got the one in the middle, he said through the link to Bastian after he decapitated one more hound that lunged for his throat.
He and his brethren would be a bit thin with three ofioeidis per each of the five cities and twelve Guardians capable of singlehandedly combatting the damn things. Fortunately they had Uri’s Demi-Goddess mate, Alex, and her twin brothers, which evened the numbers if Sirena came back.
He eyed the creature, not liking the idea of a new breed popping up. He thought they’d nearly eradicated them from Hell. That was what Hell patrol was all about, cutting these fuckers down before the Demon Tria could send them to Tetartos or Heaven, the only Realms the Tria seemed able to send hell beasts to.
“Watch the ofioeidis’ tail too,” he bellowed to the warriors closest to him. He may not fully trust the bastards at his back but counted on them to work together and stall the serpent until he or Bastian could get to it. The warriors at the city had crossbows, which might slow it or maybe just piss it off. Either way, it would buy them some time.
I don’t like this shit, he said to Bastian.
I don’t either, his brother replied.
“Make sure the guards at the city stay put,” he yelled as he slid his second blade from the sheath at his back. The last thing they needed was for Mageia to get taken by the enemy, again.
Before the words were completely out, he ported to the top of an ofioeidis and slammed a blade deep into the thick neck; the beast bucked and started to coil. He used his weight and jumped down, pulling the blade through the skin. It barely moved a foot, but would start bleeding the bastard some. Its skin was too fucking thick to cut through even with the sharpest of blades. He kicked off to dislodge his blade and teleported out of reach. The huge beast’s thick middle nearly reached to Dorian’s six feet eight inches of height. He quickly began slicing as he ported around the beast, narrowly missing big sharp fangs filled with poison. He let fighting instinct take him over again, anticipating the beast’s moves. Blood sprayed from the cuts he’d made in the thick skin. It took a lot to finish off one of the fuckers, normally, but this one was even more advanced. He landed blow after blow as the thing bucked and coiled, striking out in quick succession.
He was confident that Bastian was making headway with his. As a Guardian, his brother’s Kairos powers were enhanced. He was able to partially teleport unlike the others of his race. It was a gift of the Creators and something only he and Sacha could do. It was like fighting air when they were in battle mode. Bastian would solidify only enough to strike a blow. It was an impressive thing to watch. Not that Dorian could spare a glance. He had enough to fucking deal with. It was taking all of his concentration to keep the damn place from burning down while he fought the beast.
He dodged another strike. The ofioeidis coiled its long body so that the barbed tail was rattling near the right side of its head, protecting one side of its neck, leaving only the left vulnerable for attack. Its massive head was more dragonlike than snakelike and didn’t bend back enough to guard against Dorian’s blades.
Seems like the skin is tougher, he said through the link in irritation.
Yes, Gregoire growled back, making it clear his brother was not happy with that particular fact.
One down in Ouranos. Drake’s voice was deathly calm through the link. Fuck, if they were competing, they’d all lost hard against him. He couldn’t even use his dragon fire. Hell beasts were immune. No, Drake was just fast at cutting any creature down.
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These look different. A new breed? Dorian said through the link.
The ones we’ve been taking out in Hell haven’t had barbed tails and weren’t as big, P confirmed through the link. He and Sander were the Guardians on Hell Realm rotation.
I’ve got the one in the middle, he said through the link to Bastian after he decapitated one more hound that lunged for his throat.
He and his brethren would be a bit thin with three ofioeidis per each of the five cities and twelve Guardians capable of singlehandedly combatting the damn things. Fortunately they had Uri’s Demi-Goddess mate, Alex, and her twin brothers, which evened the numbers if Sirena came back.
He eyed the creature, not liking the idea of a new breed popping up. He thought they’d nearly eradicated them from Hell. That was what Hell patrol was all about, cutting these fuckers down before the Demon Tria could send them to Tetartos or Heaven, the only Realms the Tria seemed able to send hell beasts to.
“Watch the ofioeidis’ tail too,” he bellowed to the warriors closest to him. He may not fully trust the bastards at his back but counted on them to work together and stall the serpent until he or Bastian could get to it. The warriors at the city had crossbows, which might slow it or maybe just piss it off. Either way, it would buy them some time.
I don’t like this shit, he said to Bastian.
I don’t either, his brother replied.
“Make sure the guards at the city stay put,” he yelled as he slid his second blade from the sheath at his back. The last thing they needed was for Mageia to get taken by the enemy, again.
Before the words were completely out, he ported to the top of an ofioeidis and slammed a blade deep into the thick neck; the beast bucked and started to coil. He used his weight and jumped down, pulling the blade through the skin. It barely moved a foot, but would start bleeding the bastard some. Its skin was too fucking thick to cut through even with the sharpest of blades. He kicked off to dislodge his blade and teleported out of reach. The huge beast’s thick middle nearly reached to Dorian’s six feet eight inches of height. He quickly began slicing as he ported around the beast, narrowly missing big sharp fangs filled with poison. He let fighting instinct take him over again, anticipating the beast’s moves. Blood sprayed from the cuts he’d made in the thick skin. It took a lot to finish off one of the fuckers, normally, but this one was even more advanced. He landed blow after blow as the thing bucked and coiled, striking out in quick succession.
He was confident that Bastian was making headway with his. As a Guardian, his brother’s Kairos powers were enhanced. He was able to partially teleport unlike the others of his race. It was a gift of the Creators and something only he and Sacha could do. It was like fighting air when they were in battle mode. Bastian would solidify only enough to strike a blow. It was an impressive thing to watch. Not that Dorian could spare a glance. He had enough to fucking deal with. It was taking all of his concentration to keep the damn place from burning down while he fought the beast.
He dodged another strike. The ofioeidis coiled its long body so that the barbed tail was rattling near the right side of its head, protecting one side of its neck, leaving only the left vulnerable for attack. Its massive head was more dragonlike than snakelike and didn’t bend back enough to guard against Dorian’s blades.
Seems like the skin is tougher, he said through the link in irritation.
Yes, Gregoire growled back, making it clear his brother was not happy with that particular fact.
One down in Ouranos. Drake’s voice was deathly calm through the link. Fuck, if they were competing, they’d all lost hard against him. He couldn’t even use his dragon fire. Hell beasts were immune. No, Drake was just fast at cutting any creature down.
One
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