Ride The Lightning
EXP: 166,794, Level: 17
Level completed: 83%,
EXP required for next Level: 3,206
Although he had been in battle multiple times, Storm Veritas had likely never felt the “fog of war” more clearly. The taste of acrid soot filled his mouth as his relentless wolf drove, an ensemble of explosions, screams, groans, and howls were scattered beneath the undercurrent sounds of his wolf charging and his own heart racing within his chest.
Hang on. Just hang on. Get them closer, get the gate in the crossfire.
His head throbbed and felt heavy as his body moaned atop the fur covered vehicle. Sweat continued to pour as he weaved between charging demons, summoning whatever energy he could to scatter lightning across the battlefield. The dwarven army had charged and was forging ahead, a long row of horses leading a charge, topped by hysterically dangerous little bearded warriors. The span between the wizard and the dwarves was closing quickly, and with demons hot on his heels, he was about to be in the mix of a hellacious crossfire.
The only entity in this entire goddamned universe that both armies definitively want to kill. Hell of a web you’ve woven, stupid.
Peeling hard to his right, the rider prayed his next gambit would work. He would try to ride to the outside of the two waves of horror about to crash into each other, skirting to safety as everyone was distracted by larger concerns opposed from them. It was impossible to miss the countless clashes of blades and armor behind him, the yielding flesh from both armies and the lives departed. The horror was terrifying, and drove the rider forward. The wolf was heaving now, a lurch from the chest as a long, black tongue curled grotesquely over finger-length teeth.
Fortune smiled upon him once more, as he found himself nearing the edge of the battlefield in spite of countless whistling arrows and crashing projectiles. The horde of demons had closed the gap now, the battlefield a completely helter-skelter warzone. Swords met great axes, metal cleaved flesh and bone. Demons howled and dwarves screamed as death claimed its endless count of bodies around them.
Body aching, wolf gasping, head ringing, the electromancer was fixated on an open span of plains ahead, charging violently toward breathing room and a chance to escape the all out madness.
He was ten yards from temporary sanctuary when he felt the arrow pierce him, ending his journey here and now.
Last edited by Storm Veritas; 02-16-2022 at 10:45 AM.
