“Apparently
we aren’t the only people that can set traps,” Phillip yelled over at
him as he sprayed a group of advancing Caradon with jets of what might
have been Merlot.
Boston
“Yeah, how many damn Xemmoni are here?” Cleo barked. “I feel like if this keeps up we’ll be killing them all tonight.”
Xemmoni
But
despite their bravo, Jack knew they were in serious trouble. They had
attempted to find Lanna, the Stalwart of Inanna, and figured if Xemmoni
guarded her they would have the villains chase their group out into the
forest again. However, this time the Xemmoni had prepared themselves and
dozens of the dark hearted fiends waited for them. The ebony Darcarre
mixed with the wispy rag covered Glooms. The foul twisted bodies of the
Caradon had shown up in droves and Jack thought he spied some brown
robed Nexus in their midst.
Horde Attack
The
first thing the Xemmoni had done was destroy the van the Stalwarts had
been using. The second was to surround them outside of the strip joint
and do everything in their power to cut the team to pieces. Like usual,
the only thing that had kept them breathing was the protection from
damage that luckily both Yig and Dionysus afforded their followers.
Lancing
Magickal attacks mixed with hurled weapons, for none of the horde
wanted to be the first to meet Jack’s axe or Phillip’s enchanted saber.
Again the only thing
keeping their bodies from dissipating into the wind
or becoming a chemical soup was the fact that most of the Xemmoni’s
Bestows proved too weak to pierce the Stalwart’s protection. Still even
the small wounds began to take their toll and as the Xemmoni sensed
weakness, they started to close in.
Jack Attack
The
group retreated until their backs were against the rear wall of the
strip club. “Okay, just because they still outnumber us ten to one,
doesn’t mean this is over,” Jack began. “Let’s show these scumbags who
really owns Boston.”
The
Xemmoni answered with a roar that left their ears ringing. They were
about to rush the Stalwarts when those in the rear of their horde began
to cry out.
Jack
assumed, correctly, that Lanna might had come to their aid, and this
proved true for he could just detect a whirlwind of powder blue tearing
into the rear of their enemy, but something else was there a s well. A
dark shadow. It moved with a speed the like of which he had rarely
witnessed.
Lanna
The
Xemmoni forces wavered and not to be undone, Jack shouted, “Charge!”
and he had his Dionysus allies stormed into the front of the Xemmoni
ranks.
Confused
and uncertain, their leadership tried to rally their minions until Jack
took the Gloom captain’s head off. The rest scattered and Jack and his
allies quickly found themselves panting for breath in an alley emptied
of all the Xemmoni save for their death and whimpering wounded.
Lanna
walked toward them wearing a grin and little else. She appeared to have
not bothered to put on as much as a long sleeve shirt before joining in
the fray. Yet, despite her exposed female perfection, it proved to be
the other figure that drew his attention.
This
second figure garbed himself completely in black save a goalie mask
that Jason wouldn’t have minded barrowing. For a weapon he held a long
hockey stick, which had both side of its end covered in a thick
assortment of gleaming blades. He looked a bit like a Grim Reaper that
had taken up the sport of hockey.
Bruin
To
his side he felt Cleo tense and Phillip leaned in close enough to say,
“You’ve met us all now.” Then louder, “allow me to introduce the last
surviving Stalwart of Boston that you have yet to speak to. The man of
Tezcatlipoca, Bruin.”
“This should prove interesting.”
To be continued next Monday
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