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molten lava.
“Go back to your plane. Whatever agreement you’ve made with this woman is at an end,” growled Hemlock.
“Hemlock, let’s get Gwineval. This foe may be beyond us,” said Tored.
“No time,” hissed Hemlock.
“I won’t go back,” growled the demon.
“Were you planning to possess her?” asked Hemlock.
“No. Just making sure she didn’t send me back.”
“I can see your magic. You could take her if you wanted to.”
“Nonsense!” shouted the Old Mother.
“Be quiet! I’m negotiating for your life ,” chided Hemlock.
“You see magic? Tell me how this looks!” taunted the demon. It extended its arms and a burst of magic flame erupted around it. The flames were contained by the web of spells that surrounded the demon, but more than a few layers of magic were consumed in the process.
“Another burst like that , and I’ll take you down!” said Hemlock.
“I’ll kill the old woman,” said the demon.
“Wait! No!” cried the Old Mother. Boris bolted for the door, but Tored was quicker than the large man anticipated and more powerful than he expected. Tored landed a well-placed blow with a closed fist, and the large man buckled to the floor, gasping.
“Let him go, Tored,” said Hemlock.
“Yes, Tored. Let him go,” said the Old Mother. “Let me go as well. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your face. You sought out my help once, and now I demand a chance to live!”
Hemlock looked back and forth between Tored, the Old Mother and the demon.
The demon chuckled softly.
“We don’t have time for this . Old Mother, use your soul bond to draw strength from the demon. We have to slay it!” said Hemlock.
“No!” cried the Old Mother , but Hemlock was already leaping toward the demon. She vaulted upwards and kicked with both of her legs as her sabres bit into and tore the deep red flesh near its neck. Her kick propelled her backwards as the demon unleashed another volley of fire. This time, the fire burst through the spells woven by the Old Mother and traveled along the soul binding link between her and the demon. The crone cried out for a moment before her body crumpled and burst into flame.
“Damn !” muttered Hemlock.
The demon was loose and charging at Hemlock. Tored interrupted its advance with a spear thrust that tore into its muscular shoulder, splattering the warrior with dark, scalding blood. Tored screamed as his clothes burned off, failing to protect the vulnerable flesh beneath. But the aged warrior held his ground as the demon turned to face him.
Hemlock circled behind the beast and hamstrung it with two heavy blows to its leg. The demon howled in pain and stumbled toward Tored. Tored wounded its side with another strike from his spear, but had to give way in the face of the sheer bulk of the creature.
The demon reached the wa ll and lifted one of the makeshift bookcases, sending books tumbling to the floor. With a roar that shook the chamber, it threw the twenty foot span of heavy timber at Tored. Tored turned aside in a running jump but the rack was too large for him to avoid. Part of the wooden rack struck him in the back and head as it hit the floor and shattered, covering the warrior.
Hemlock was horrified by the fate of her friend as t he demon moved to the next rack and threw it at her. She darted to the side in time to avoid the heavy wood and flying books. Leaping over the remnants of the last ruined rack, she hoped against hope to see movement that would indicate Tored still lived.
T he demon rotated to the next rack and hurled it violently. Hemlock was able to leap over the pit and get to the rear wall as the demon continued to hurl bookshelves at her. The floor became treacherously littered with broken timber.
She ran to the shelter of a still-standing shelf as the demon hurled another one toward her previous location. She charged the demon, but a leap onto a broken timber went
“Go back to your plane. Whatever agreement you’ve made with this woman is at an end,” growled Hemlock.
“Hemlock, let’s get Gwineval. This foe may be beyond us,” said Tored.
“No time,” hissed Hemlock.
“I won’t go back,” growled the demon.
“Were you planning to possess her?” asked Hemlock.
“No. Just making sure she didn’t send me back.”
“I can see your magic. You could take her if you wanted to.”
“Nonsense!” shouted the Old Mother.
“Be quiet! I’m negotiating for your life ,” chided Hemlock.
“You see magic? Tell me how this looks!” taunted the demon. It extended its arms and a burst of magic flame erupted around it. The flames were contained by the web of spells that surrounded the demon, but more than a few layers of magic were consumed in the process.
“Another burst like that , and I’ll take you down!” said Hemlock.
“I’ll kill the old woman,” said the demon.
“Wait! No!” cried the Old Mother. Boris bolted for the door, but Tored was quicker than the large man anticipated and more powerful than he expected. Tored landed a well-placed blow with a closed fist, and the large man buckled to the floor, gasping.
“Let him go, Tored,” said Hemlock.
“Yes, Tored. Let him go,” said the Old Mother. “Let me go as well. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your face. You sought out my help once, and now I demand a chance to live!”
Hemlock looked back and forth between Tored, the Old Mother and the demon.
The demon chuckled softly.
“We don’t have time for this . Old Mother, use your soul bond to draw strength from the demon. We have to slay it!” said Hemlock.
“No!” cried the Old Mother , but Hemlock was already leaping toward the demon. She vaulted upwards and kicked with both of her legs as her sabres bit into and tore the deep red flesh near its neck. Her kick propelled her backwards as the demon unleashed another volley of fire. This time, the fire burst through the spells woven by the Old Mother and traveled along the soul binding link between her and the demon. The crone cried out for a moment before her body crumpled and burst into flame.
“Damn !” muttered Hemlock.
The demon was loose and charging at Hemlock. Tored interrupted its advance with a spear thrust that tore into its muscular shoulder, splattering the warrior with dark, scalding blood. Tored screamed as his clothes burned off, failing to protect the vulnerable flesh beneath. But the aged warrior held his ground as the demon turned to face him.
Hemlock circled behind the beast and hamstrung it with two heavy blows to its leg. The demon howled in pain and stumbled toward Tored. Tored wounded its side with another strike from his spear, but had to give way in the face of the sheer bulk of the creature.
The demon reached the wa ll and lifted one of the makeshift bookcases, sending books tumbling to the floor. With a roar that shook the chamber, it threw the twenty foot span of heavy timber at Tored. Tored turned aside in a running jump but the rack was too large for him to avoid. Part of the wooden rack struck him in the back and head as it hit the floor and shattered, covering the warrior.
Hemlock was horrified by the fate of her friend as t he demon moved to the next rack and threw it at her. She darted to the side in time to avoid the heavy wood and flying books. Leaping over the remnants of the last ruined rack, she hoped against hope to see movement that would indicate Tored still lived.
T he demon rotated to the next rack and hurled it violently. Hemlock was able to leap over the pit and get to the rear wall as the demon continued to hurl bookshelves at her. The floor became treacherously littered with broken timber.
She ran to the shelter of a still-standing shelf as the demon hurled another one toward her previous location. She charged the demon, but a leap onto a broken timber went
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