As he felt the ground begin to shake under their collective footfalls, Aldous knew that subtlety and stealth was no longer a concern for the approaching Vulcans. It would be foolish to simply rely on Jay alone to take them all on. “It’s going to be close-combat from here on out.” Yes, he needs to keep thinking this way: calm himself down through logic. Aldous took another deep breath and nearly choked on the rusty smell of blood drowning every crevice in his lungs. He willed himself to ignore it, holstering the Magatama revolvers while removing the box in which Cloud Penance resided off his shoulders.
“Back-to-back. I’ll funnel them with my ranged spells, make sure they don’t swarm over us at once. When one rushes us, take it down quick and I’ll let the next one through.” Clipping open the massive container, Aldous lifted off the top to reveal an equally massive greatsword, its blue steel blade bending the rays of light around it into a bright sheen, while its onyx hilt was ornate with the pattern of sharp leaves embellished on it. Planting this weapon into the ground in front of him, Aldous was ready at his position that tried to avoid coming under any of the trees towering above them. That would be giving those Vulcans too good of an opportunity to just let gravity do the work and stomp on them.
After whatever Jay did, the tremors begun to intensify, Aldous feeling his teeth shake within his jaw. Sound waves bouncing off the tree trunks, a discordant mixture of high-pitched monkey hoots and boorish snorts begin to echo from all around them. The rate at which trees high above let go of their leaves increased ever so slightly and the ones already on the ground added to the noise under the influence of the tremors, sifting over one another as if a rake was running through them.
And then for a moment, all went quiet. The vibrations had reached an intense peak, before instantly dropping off. “They’re here.” Aldous raised his fingers towards the tree canopy, his eyes narrowing for a target. The brush was too heavy, however, even for him to see the Vulcan’s well-known bulk. “No choice. I’ll have to use it.” And with that said, Aldous allowed his fingers to reach towards his own forcibly unblinking eyes, their tips just touching the very skin of the cornea. When he drew this seal, it was not without the usual quick, effortless grace. No, it felt more mechanical, more unnatural; while a person can draw all sorts of fancy lines in the air, when he has to do it right into his own body, like branding a tattoo, one has to constantly fight that innate instinct to avoid the pain.
And what pain it was. As his vision was obscured behind his fingers drawing over it, Aldous could imagine ants running through his bones, wreaking havoc over every tissue they could find, pulling it apart for their queen. Hellish bees with stingers unusually as thick as his fingers were stabbing their abnormal weapons through a thousand spots all across his body. Hole-like mouths of worm, spiraled with spiked teeth, were now swallowing his limbs whole, their mandibles peeling his skin from his flesh. And when his breath began to gasp, grasping for relief, demonic air seeped into him and with their chilly, noxious fumes suffocated him. It was almost too much, almost enough to make his fingers dig even deeper and rend his eyes to pieces.
“Oh come on, landlord. Can’t handle a little Dark Magic?” Someone mocked in the back of his mind, laughing over popcorn as he enjoyed the show.
Yet, somehow, despite the mockery, no, because of it, Aldous remembered through it all what he wanted to do, what he was supposed to do. And that made all the difference. What had just felt an eternity of drawing now flashed by in a sudden instance. Its job done, Aldous’ hand fell to his side, limp from the exertion.
“I see them. I see them all,” Aldous murmured under his breath, his eyes darkened below his hair. “There are four, Jay. Two of them are weaker, more juvenile, less developed. You can identify them from the others by their fur: it’s lighter in color. Target those first. One’s right of you, in the canopy. The other’s in front of me. I’ll have that one. The stronger ones are to your left. Not as strong as the one we fought before.” This vision. He never had seen anything like this. “Weak anatomy points: back of their legs, under the elbow, armpits, under the chin……eyes. If you wish to give a killing cut, do it at those. Avoid taking their forearms head-on, the hide there is too thick.”
Yes, not anything quite like this.
Enemy
Strong Vulcans (0/2)
Weak Vulcans (2/2)
Normal Vulcans (2/2)
Status
Health: No injuries
MP at 80% (Regen by 3 posts)
View of Purgatory activated - Last next 3 posts
Spells
Breach Disk x2 - 3