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red. “Yes! The power of her highness has healed and powered me twofold. In your weakened state, you have no chance, Drogan.”
Still frowning, the professor waved his hand. The scythe reappeared in his bony hands. “Not even the Blood Emprezz will be able to change your fate, Kraimaster. You zhall perizh tonight.”
Despite Kraimaster’s brave front, Falcon was worried. The professor had obviously drained much of his energy. He no longer cared. He was going to help whether Kraimaster wanted his aid or not.
“Don’t interfere!” ordered Draknorr. He brought both his hands together. Out of the balled fists a pale creature appeared. It resembled a malnourished woman mixed with a crow. Wrinkled skin sagged from her face. Hollowed pits resided where her eyes should have been. Instead of hands, she had long wings with dark plumage. “Get him, Screeching Banshee.”
Screeching Banshee. It’s the same creature that killed Kraimaster’s wife. Before Falcon could form a strategy the woman took to the air, and then flew straight down at him, screeching loudly as it dove.
Every ounce of Falcon’s body begged him to cover his ears. He had to drown out the sounds that rattled in his brain, threatening to drive him mad. Against his will, he forced his energy to drop in temperature. With a flick of his chilled fingers, icy spears shot forward. They clashed into the creature and dissolved harmlessly.
What in the world? His emblem changed into a deep red. Fire spheres whizzed from his hands and into the woman’s chest. Again, the attacks dissolved harmlessly.
Falcon braced himself, for the creature was now directly above him. It opened his screeching mouth even wider, exposing a set of evenly-aligned fangs. Falcon reached for his broadsword and drew it out. Without time to properly aim, he swung it wildly, barely missing the creature’s head by inches.
The banshee flew back. Its saggy skin wobbled as it circled above. His nose wrinkled as the putrid stench of the banshee reached him. It smelled of dry blood mixed with rotten corpse.
The monster drew its sharp talons back and flew back in.
I got it this time. He brought up a fire net. The creature was coming down with such velocity that there was no way it could escape. But before he could bring his plans to fruition, the professor tackled him to the ground. He rolled through the grass violently, eating a mouthful of grass in the process.
Falcon stood up angrily, ready to demand an answer for the professor’s actions. However, he grew silent as he noticed the blood dripping from Kraimaster’s mouth and nose. He had six large holes in his robe, where the banshee had pierced him with its talons. The creature’s torso lay on the ground as well. Its head had landed several feet away.
“This is priceless!” yelled Draknorr. “The first serpent died saving this fool of a child and now the second serpent as well!”
Out of breath, Falcon threw himself by the dying professor. He looked down at the pale face that had tormented him for so many years. But, somehow, all the hate he had felt for the man was no longer present.
“Why did you do it?” demanded Falcon, his chest aching. “I had it in my grasp already. I had it.”
Kraimaster opened and closed his eyes slowly. “You were going to die. Had to. Banzhee can only be harmed by dark attackz.”
“You did this to save me?” asked Falcon. The hollow feeling deep in his stomach intensified.
“Farewell, Mizter Hyatt,” whispered Kraimaster. His eyes closed. The frown remained.
Falcon’s fury intensified. He craved nothing more now than to end the dark wielder, once and for all. With balled fists, he stood.
“Yes!” sneered Draknorr. “Now to take care of…” He paused. His head moved around as if he were searching for something. “Impossible, no one can escape my possession.”
As if on cue, the door burst open. A shaky Aya stood by the entrance of her home. The dark rims around her eyes were no longer
Still frowning, the professor waved his hand. The scythe reappeared in his bony hands. “Not even the Blood Emprezz will be able to change your fate, Kraimaster. You zhall perizh tonight.”
Despite Kraimaster’s brave front, Falcon was worried. The professor had obviously drained much of his energy. He no longer cared. He was going to help whether Kraimaster wanted his aid or not.
“Don’t interfere!” ordered Draknorr. He brought both his hands together. Out of the balled fists a pale creature appeared. It resembled a malnourished woman mixed with a crow. Wrinkled skin sagged from her face. Hollowed pits resided where her eyes should have been. Instead of hands, she had long wings with dark plumage. “Get him, Screeching Banshee.”
Screeching Banshee. It’s the same creature that killed Kraimaster’s wife. Before Falcon could form a strategy the woman took to the air, and then flew straight down at him, screeching loudly as it dove.
Every ounce of Falcon’s body begged him to cover his ears. He had to drown out the sounds that rattled in his brain, threatening to drive him mad. Against his will, he forced his energy to drop in temperature. With a flick of his chilled fingers, icy spears shot forward. They clashed into the creature and dissolved harmlessly.
What in the world? His emblem changed into a deep red. Fire spheres whizzed from his hands and into the woman’s chest. Again, the attacks dissolved harmlessly.
Falcon braced himself, for the creature was now directly above him. It opened his screeching mouth even wider, exposing a set of evenly-aligned fangs. Falcon reached for his broadsword and drew it out. Without time to properly aim, he swung it wildly, barely missing the creature’s head by inches.
The banshee flew back. Its saggy skin wobbled as it circled above. His nose wrinkled as the putrid stench of the banshee reached him. It smelled of dry blood mixed with rotten corpse.
The monster drew its sharp talons back and flew back in.
I got it this time. He brought up a fire net. The creature was coming down with such velocity that there was no way it could escape. But before he could bring his plans to fruition, the professor tackled him to the ground. He rolled through the grass violently, eating a mouthful of grass in the process.
Falcon stood up angrily, ready to demand an answer for the professor’s actions. However, he grew silent as he noticed the blood dripping from Kraimaster’s mouth and nose. He had six large holes in his robe, where the banshee had pierced him with its talons. The creature’s torso lay on the ground as well. Its head had landed several feet away.
“This is priceless!” yelled Draknorr. “The first serpent died saving this fool of a child and now the second serpent as well!”
Out of breath, Falcon threw himself by the dying professor. He looked down at the pale face that had tormented him for so many years. But, somehow, all the hate he had felt for the man was no longer present.
“Why did you do it?” demanded Falcon, his chest aching. “I had it in my grasp already. I had it.”
Kraimaster opened and closed his eyes slowly. “You were going to die. Had to. Banzhee can only be harmed by dark attackz.”
“You did this to save me?” asked Falcon. The hollow feeling deep in his stomach intensified.
“Farewell, Mizter Hyatt,” whispered Kraimaster. His eyes closed. The frown remained.
Falcon’s fury intensified. He craved nothing more now than to end the dark wielder, once and for all. With balled fists, he stood.
“Yes!” sneered Draknorr. “Now to take care of…” He paused. His head moved around as if he were searching for something. “Impossible, no one can escape my possession.”
As if on cue, the door burst open. A shaky Aya stood by the entrance of her home. The dark rims around her eyes were no longer
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