Primal Part II
July 11, 2011
Once I had my wounded allies dangling a hundred feet over my head, I prepared for the onslaught of Glooms.
Their cackling had fallen off and was replaced by walls of mist pouring into the forest and obfuscating the land. For a moment, I stood there watching the grey fogs grow thicker. Nodding, I pulled my hammer off my back and leaned it against the tree. A throwing dagger filled each hand, but I wasn’t going to be using them yet.
I knew the Glooms could sense anything inside their fog, but they were in my element now. I could feel their locations within the forest. I’m growing stronger. Yig loves me.
They were drawing in closer. I prepared for the pain. I could feel their Bestows gathering and I was surrounded. These Xemmoni didn’t want to fight me they wanted to blast me with their evil spells before they drew near. Perhaps they weren’t so stupid, after all.
I stuck first. With a growl I sent my allies, the trees, at them—grabbing and rending. They screamed as the boughs lifted them off their feet and tore at them. It was as if the trees felt a rage for what the Xemmoni had done to their brothers to the west. Branches pierced flesh and dislocated arms.
Soon their Bestows were being flung at the trees instead of me, although there was an exception to this rule and a Flesh to Mist Bestow crashed into my left side. I gasped out as first the left sleeve of my leather, then my shirt, and then finally my flesh started to dissipate. My flesh tore away breaking into its very molecules, which flowed off my and joined the surrounding mists.
I hate Glooms.
Still, it was just one and my protection from Yig spared me the brunt of the damage.
Only two of the Glooms were able to escape from the trees before the pines took their revenge. The closer one took two throwing daggers to the ribs before he even had a chance to get his feet under him. Grabbing up my hammer, I followed this attack with a roundhouse blow that actually removed his head off his shoulders and sprayed me with blood as his decapitated head spiraled through the air.
The last surviving Gloom had seen enough and ran for all he was worth. I was about to give chase when I heard a foul cackling overhead. Looking up in dismay, I saw several grey figures. It was hard to make them out through the mists, but they could have been riding brooms.
More twisted laughter echoed down toward me and it didn’t take me long to realize that these floating fiends were stealing Hannah and Ethan. I sensed more than saw that the mighty tree that held them was being killed by their evils Magicks and I cursed my luck.
With a final series of horrible laughing, the grey witches flew off with my allies heading west.
I cursed my luck and felt a wave of helplessness try to claim me. Then my eyes grew large. I had to find out where this coven made their home and that meant I had to grab the guy that had escaped.
The chase was on!