Pull the Trigger
July 20, 2015
The four of them prepared for the upcoming chaos as best as they were able. Nervousness emanated off Tynilia in perceptible waves. Jack squeezed her shoulder which caused her small face to look up into his. She seemed so little and delicate, but Jack knew he would have perished on this harsh world long ago without her aid. Despite about to be teleporting into the middle of the enemy’s camp, she had painted her face in dark feline patterns and her lean body was decked out with dark feathers and black clothes, which did little to hide her natural features.
Across from them stood the ebony form of Shadowknife and a reluctant warrior of Yig who obviously didn’t wish to have anything to do with the dark Xemmoni. His name was Flintocktossa, but Jack had taken to calling him Flint, which elevated him to having the easiest name to pronounce of any of the Stalwarts he had met on this bizarre world.
“We ready?’ Shadowknife asked.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” Tynilia grumbled.
Jack clutched his giant axe more tightly. “Yeah, pull the trigger.”
A brief feeling of weightlessness hit him, but a second latter his feet crashed into a dusty section of forest. Every tree had been killed all around him, but Jack barely noticed—he was too busy taking in everything else.
To the west at least a hundred massive dinosaurs were penned in my different giant fences. The poles of each fence were constructed by the huge trees of the forest. Armies of Ripperkah clustered in big scarlet groups. Red cloth did little to cover their bright tattoos and most of the men carried more blades than they had fingers. Their grimy bodies darted in sharp angles as they tossed dice and tore huge sections of meat off spits of roasting flesh.
On the far side of the camp, Jack saw a towering tent of darkness. It had a shimmering purple sheen and hovered in space like it occupied this dominion and yet another.
Shadowknife and Flint had arrived a few paces away. So far the Darken Army remained too self-absorbed to notice them.
“By the dark cat,” Tynilia whispered. “There are so many of them.”
“That’s why we need to start whittling them down,” Jack Replied.
Shadowknife and Flint had made their way over to where Jack and Tynilia crouched down behind a pile of gleaming dinosaur bones. Shadowknife spoke. “But why are they making this camp so permanent? What are they building?”
Looking to the north for the first time, they all spotted it and let out a collective gasp.
Rising up the mountain, to the north, was something that shouldn’t exist or at least not on this world full of magic and fantastic beasts. Several thousands of what had to be slaves worked on laying down a railroad track. It arced around the side of the mountain instead of going straight up, but it we nearly half complete.
Jack jerked his head back and since he knew what he was looking for, he spotted a huge mass if train engines and cars covered by layer and layers of crimson cloth. On either side were titanic piles of railroad ties and track.
“He has enough track to make it all the way to the Tezcatlipoca camp if he has the patience for it,” Jack whispered.
“Wait Jack,” Tynilia hissed, “What are you talking about?”
He took a second and remembered he was the only one of this planet, with the exception of Vile, who had ever seen a train and-
Shouting broke out. They’d been seen.
“Focus on the tracks!” Jack ordered with a point of his hand. “I’ll get the train.”
Then the battle was on. Jack sent his most powerful spell Mold Nature at the train. The ground buckled and the fell away as a huge pit open up underneath it. The engines and several cars, plummeted into the pit he created, but a good two thirds of the cars remained on level ground. Jack struggled hard to change this, but things were going to hell around him.
Flint had some Earth attacks of his own and had focused on the tracks riding up the mountain. Thousands of man hours were washed away in a moment when giant sections of track came toppled down the mountain side crushed everything in its path.
Shadowknife and Tynilia concentrated on taking out more immediate threats and used their dark spells to blast anything that drew in too close, but as hundreds of Ripperkah took up the fight, this became impossible.
The group battled on as Jack struggled to destroy more of the train. They looked like they might have had a chance until the dinosaurs got involved.
Tynilia screamed in horror as a brutal T-rex broke through its own lines and came at them from the north. One moment Flint fought on, the next only his severed feet remained to tell he was ever in that spot. The T-rex roared a challenge and then sped at the rest of the small group.
Shadowknife didn’t need to be told it was time to leave and Jack saw the Xemmoni blink out of existence.
Jack could hear Vile Darken’s roars of anger only seconds before Tynilia rushed into his arms and teleported them both to safety.
To be continued next Monday