lunes, 16 de julio de 2012

SDIV El Juego Chapter 18 Part 2

The Shaman sat astride one of the Demons; not the leader, but somewhat more submissive. He bobbed gently up and down, as the beast maintained its own height. Below, he could see the mass of tangled bodies, snapping and snarling at each other. Their flight had been uneventful until the chance sighting, and the shaman had chosen to let the Demons satiate their appetites, before he forced them on. Curiously enough, the violence had not ended as he had expected, rather the creatures had fought back, and from within their ranks had emerged armoured humans. Not the Neo-Barbs from the Emerald Forest, something entirely different.

A rending tear of auto-rifle fire shocked him into the present. Demon blood sprayed on high and he knew that it was time for intervention. With raised staff he began to invoke his Power.


What looked like an amalgam of man and beast drew Alana’s attention. She noticed the crackle of energy around the staff in one of the creature’s hands and cursed.

“Incoming...magic.” she transmitted and was pleased to see her men react correctly. Exposure to Viker’s power had changed their view on life. Alana hated to admit it, but they could do with a little of their ex-Master’s mojo right now.

A flash of light signalled the discharge of the creature’s power. She zoomed in, using the resolution of her suit to clearly identify her enemy.

“We’ve got some sort of magician, demon-lover or it’s an unknown technology. I don’t care. What I want is concentrated fire and a dead Tauran.”

There was no acknowledgement of her request in the usual sense, rather an outpouring of plasma and auto-rifle fire. Their new “friends” merely followed suit, yet the effect was stunning.


“No!” screamed the Shaman as fire and bullets tore through his mount. His own defences saved him, yet his ride disintegrated beneath him. He demanded aid but felt the Demon Leader’s refusal. There would be a reckoning, just not now.

He raised his hands above his head, drawing upon his remaining power as his enchantment took form. With a rush of air and a crashing report he disappeared leaving his erstwhile minions to their own devices. If anything the fight became more savage as the Demons tried to disengage.

Alana knew when to press her advantage, and now was not the time for mercy. Leading by example she took to the air, her jets forcing her rapidly towards the fight, her Wingmen and allies following.

Emerald Forest
Zone I

“Got it!” whispered Renard, showing his unbound hands and quickly moving to untie the others. They had been herded into a nearby tent. It appeared that it took a while to build the correct size bonfire for all of them. Two guards stood watchfully out the front and Harms knew that this was going to be tricky, especially without their weapons.

“Llorente!” he hissed, the soldier whose face still showed the scratch marks from his time being dragged along behind a horse, came forward.

“You and Renard will need to crawl out under the back and have a quick look around. We need some weapons, especially ours if you can find them.”

On receiving their quiet nods, the others helped lift the back of the covering and after a quick glance to either side scurried out. As Harms was helping camouflage their improvised exit, he heard the approaching tread of footsteps and hastily folded his hands behind his back. Seeing the others catching on quickly, he turned to face the entrance.

“My Lord wishes…” began the first of the mail-shirted guards, and then shouted in surprise, “Where are they!”

His companion rushed in with sword drawn and the first guard grabbed Harms by the front of his tunic, “I said, where are they, dog?” he snarled.

“Surprise!” spat Harms, his front hand latching onto that of the guard and holding it tightly, the heel of his other hand striking in a short vicious motion against the bottom of his chin.

As the head snapped backwards, Harms again struck, this time with his now free hand, punching the man in his throat. The guard gagged and fought for breath, Harms taking his time in withdrawing the knife from the sheath on the unfortunate guard’s belt.

Looking over, he saw the crumpled figure of the other soldier and the grinning faces of his men.

martes, 3 de julio de 2012

SDIV El Juego Chapter 18 Part1

Chapter Eighteen

Cursed Hills
Zone IV

The creatures twisted and turned with a supernatural grace, which clashed badly with their ugly countenances. Horned and scaled heads, with bird-like snouts, sat across a slim body with leathern wings. Feet ended in talons, although clawed hands had enough dexterity to grip and fire their weapons. There was a certain lack of familiarity with the guns, evidenced by the time between bolts and the lack of accuracy. Alana was determined to take advantage of that.
She smashed into one of the creatures hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as her armour released its momentum.  Her armoured hand closed on the weapon in the creature’s hand, twisting it free, before she slammed the butt end of the gun into a tooth-filled beak. Green blood sprayed out as she broke free, scissoring her wings through those of her opponent.

“They die just like anything else,” she said, as the creature fluttered earthwards.

One of her Wingmen shouted, but she had already seen the icons on her HUD; large signatures, surrounded by a multitude of smaller ones.
“To ground!” she shouted, “Now!”

From the ground, she watched the new arrivals rip and tear into the smaller creatures which tried desperately to escape. Alana did not know who the good guys were, but she hated to stand by idly whilst others were slaughtered. The recent arrivals stank of Tauran magic, their demonic natures clear for all to see. Mutated and twisted forms mixed easily with powerful red-skinned demons. She quickly made her mind up.
A twist of her hands brought up the strange rifle and she aimed carefully before sending a bolt of plasma scorching into the milling crowd. Cries of pain and burnt flesh signalled her success.

“Boss?” asked Shin.
“I like birdies,” she said firing again “and the others look too much like Taurans for me.”

“Aye,” replied Shin, pulling clear his own pistol, “always best to let people know where you stand.”

One of their original attackers crashed nearby, clawing and scratching at one of the demons. Shin stepped up and put three shots into the demon’s head, before pulling a plasma rifle clear.
“That’s better,” he muttered, sighting on a much larger opponent, “brings back happy memories.”

Alana laughed, watching the strange creature as it struggled out from under the demon’s body. It nodded to her and raised its head high, screaming skyward. Instantly, its fellows disengaged and dived, hurrying to its side. Alana ignored them. A much bigger problem was right behind them.