Christmas Folly

There was nothing worse than being frozen in place, especially with a battle raging just outside the walls of the home. The God Slayer laid there, his body stuck in a mid-stride, upon a collapsed bed and all he could hear were the sounds of spells going off and screams and yelps from his allies. He could hear Serilda exclaim about how ludicrous it was that Christmas trees were causing their clothes to disappear; a fair point that seemed to go unnoticed by the lumbering, wooden enemies. There was a loud, ear-piercing shriek that seemed to break the tension of the fighting for only a moment, as Nessa came to realize she was just as naked as the rest of them. She was far more offended by the sudden stripping of her self than the other people, who seemed far more focused on the battle at hand. Mythal tried to urge his body to move, growling through his clenched teeth. “This is ridiculous…” he barked at no one in particular, trying to offend whatever invisible presence had latched onto him.

Though there was no guarantee that his words had been the catalyst that freed him, his body did suddenly begin to respond shortly after that. His body went limp for a moment, flopping him haggardly on the bed, before he managed to regain full control. From there he rolled his naked ass over his head and sprang to his feet. He raced to the hole he had created with his sudden intrusion, sliding to the edge of the broken wood and stone. He had just enough time to watch as Markus unleashed the full brunt of his abilities. He had seen the Chaos Mage use his spells before but there was an almost disquieting anger to his attacks now. He launched merciless spells once right after the other, poisoning the enemies, destroying them, breaking them down into tiny little pieces. There was also a… firewoman who was launching puffs of flame from her hands at the trees, while Nessa was unleashing magical orbs into the enemy forces.

Mythal once again flexed his muscles, forcibly coursing his magic through all of his limbs. At the same time, he crafted a gauntlet of black shadow over his right arm, the form practically a dark crystal from the sheer amount of energy he had formed into it. He leapt from the building, the force of his ejection splintering the ground as badly as the hole he had made originally. He soared through the air and came down upon one of the last bears, who looked worse for wear. He spun once before he slammed his armored hand into its body, practically imprinting the entire creature into the ground as he broke its spine in one finishing strike. The ground cracked beneath the strength of the bear’s body and Mythal’s physical prowess. He flipped forward, using his arm as a foundation to move and landed on the ground before he jolted forward once more, this time ramming his fist into the head of the last bear. The sound of its neck snapping cracked through the air, despite all the other chaos that was occurring all around them.

Mythal slid to a stop, taking a quick moment to breath. For a moment – and only a single moment – he wondered if that was really all they would have to face. A pair of rude trees, some grumpy polar bears and twisted elves was modest, compared to what could have come out of the portal. But it was the moment after he dared think such a thought that the portal picked up speed again, the heavy cold wind blowing out in all directions like a furious fan. The God Slayer turned his attention to it as more forms moved through the supernatural entryway. Whatever they had faced originally was clearly the scouting party and now what followed was the master bulk of the army. Elves numbering fingers led the charge, their squeaky high-pitched voices grating as they let out battle cries. Immediately following them were more polar bears but not just a handful – this was a full brigade of snowy mammals that looked just as angry as the ones lying dead on the ground. There was nearly a dozen, if not more, though it was hard to tell with all the bodies moving as one. A quartet of trees followed after them, their ornaments jingling as they bounced to and fro to move.

But what followed after them was perhaps the most intimidating of all. A massive figured moved through the portal, each step from his black boot causing the ground to quake. As he took on full form, the air was suddenly filled with the sharp scent of peppermint and day old cookies. The bearded man took a stance as he looked at each one of his enemies, his eyes glowing a dim but furious crimson. His hat hung low over his face, the white pom on the end of the red cover nearly bouncing against the man’s nose. His dark red suit was clean and pressed, adhering to his rather rotund body fairly well. Mythal honestly couldn’t believe it but indeed, it seemed that the perpetrator of the sudden attack was none other than…

“Friggin’ Santa Claus,” the God Slayer said with a sigh, shaking his head. As if the utterance of his name was a whistle call, the large man turned his gaze to Mythal, his lids narrowing slightly as he stared at him. He reared back, his arms rising up into the air to form a perfect ‘u’ shape with his head. When he flexed, it was like all the fat in his body was absorbed into his bones and all that was left was pure muscle. His jacket tore open, revealing the heavily muscled jolly man as he let out a thunderous roar. Mythal scoffed. “Did Santa just square up?”

Whatever it was, it was signal enough to send his forces scurrying about in full attack mode. Mythal sneered as the elves charge at him, waving their candy cane swords in the air. A few snowballs came at him, the God Slayer side stepping them carefully before he crouched low, getting into a fighting stance. He’d been stopped before when he attempted to take the elves out – that wasn’t going to be the case this time. He sprinted forward, his arm jetting out to catch one of the elves by the neck and lift him from the ground. Mythal slammed his foot down and sent the pinned elf flying into a polar bear, managing to time it that the small Santa-nick tyke landed right in the bear’s mouth as he closed it. He paid no attention to the elf screaming from the teeth now breaking through his skin, turning to slam his fist into another elf as it rushed him and planting him face first into the ground.

As Mythal turned, his managed to catch a swinging candy cane sword in the crook of his right arm, the sharpened treat denting the shadow gauntlet. He glanced at the elf holding the makeshift sword, lifted his arm to pull the angry midget up from the ground and then lashed his leg out in a side kick right into its stomach. It tumbled away, smashing into an oncoming bear’s foot. The creature roared and turned towards Mythal, accidently stepping on the elf’s leg and practically squishing it into putty. As the creature reared and took a swipe at the God Slayer, he dipped into the ground, melting into his shadow, only to reemerge behind the bear. There he slammed his knife edge into his leg, aiming right for the stress point between the knee and thigh. He followed it up with three quick strikes to further impede the blood flow to the leg, hobbling it.

That didn’t keep it from swinging around and slamming its clawed paw against Mythal, sending him skidding across the ground. Dark, bloody gashes had been carved into his chest, the four gorges already beginning to seep. But Mythal slammed Curse into the ground, the blade carving up the paved street and keeping him from flying too far. He spun around the weapon and launched himself forward, his feet just barely touching the ground as he delivered a running punch into the bear’s face once more. Two more heavy punches followed the first, knocking the animal’s head to either side and dazing it. He then thrust his fist up into its jaw, knocking its head up and causing its body to lift a little. The God Slayer then dashed inside and took hold of the massive creature’s weight, his arms pushing up as he groaned and roared. Slowly he lifted the stunned mammal off the ground, deadlifting its above his head. His knees bent just enough to give him room to extend and then he threw the creature upwards, getting a surprising amount of air.

From there he leapt up after it, his magic ring taking hold of his body and carrying him into the sky. He managed to get above the hovering bear just in time to summon all the magical energy of his gauntlet into his hand and unleash it in a snap, the massive beam of darkness smashing into the beast’s chest. But it wasn’t just meant to wipe out that one creature – no, it actually quickly forced the creature back towards the ground where it would slam onto the remaining elves running about. It squashed them and kept on going, crashing into four other bears and toppling them over on top of one another, creating one big white furry pile trapped under the charred remains of one of their brethren.

“Tell me someone’s gotta plan for the big guy!” He yelled as he turned in the air, looking back down at the remaining forces.

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