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Story: The WitchSlayer
“WitchSlayer!” Strolguil chuckled to him, his hands raised up like he was greeting an old friend with a grand smile upon his face. “I wondered if you would turn up before we had the chance to leave.”
Rurik glared at the long-haired male. It was as red as fire and came down to his waist but tied back as to remain out of his line of sight. His skin was pale, not whitely or sickly, just fair. Most of it was hidden behind leather soldier trousers, a chainmail skirt, a cotton brown sleeved shirt, and an intricate metal breastplate.
Rurik’s eyes didn’t remain on him for long because they fell onto the Dragon laying behind the five Witches.
Mahesh’s mouth had been tied shut so he couldn’t bite or unleash flames. His front paws were crossed with rope leading from his paws to metal spikes keeping his arms pinned down to the ground. The same had been done to his back legs.
He is still alive,but Rurik was sure he didn’t want to be.
Most of the scales except for the ones on his shoulders, neck, and head had been removed. Blood was pouring from him to create a giant puddle while jars lay around him, half of them filled with the crimson liquid.
Their eyes met, and he could see that Mahesh was pleading with him. Rurik shuddered, only being able to imagine the kind of agony he was in.
Rurik stomped one of his feet closer to the Witches with his lips curling back into a vicious snarl.
“You dare torture one of my own!”
He quickly sucked air into his lungs and then unleashed flames towards the Witches to make them scatter and dive away. All except one. Strolguil stood there unharmed, having encased himself in a shield using a dragonscale to fuel it and make it stronger.
Knowing it wouldn’t be likely that he would survive this fight, he charged forward and jumped over him to get to Mahesh.I will end your life so you no longer suffer, dear friend.He’d been pleading for Rurik to kill him.
When he reached him, he dug his claws into his throat while Mahesh presented it, then he ripped it apart in a spray of blood so that he would die swiftly.
A blast of fire was thrown at him uselessly, one of the coven Witches attacking him with something that would never harm his scales. Another charged at him with a sword coated in a transparent liquid of blue.Poison.
He jumped back and swiped the back of his paw against him to send him flying through the air.
Before he could lower his paw, he heard two of them chanting in unison, one following the other’s lead. Both of them were holding small bones tied together with string in their hands with stones dangling from the ends.
Sharp spikes of rock began to jut from the ground towards him as they came from their feet and then spiked up in the direction of him. He rolled to the right, narrowly missing being impaled.
He let loose a string of flames in their direction. When he stopped to see the damage he’d caused, he could see Dragon scales floating in front of them mixed with a shield of magic. Those scales crumbled into dust when the spell faded and the shields disappeared. They’d already extracted them from Mahesh to make their magic strong against his abilities.I will not be able to touch them with my flames.
Strolguil did nothing to assist the coven of Witches while they attacked him, instead choosing to watch with a smug, humour-filled smirk.I will have to fight him last.
Something lanced the spade of his tail and trapped it to the ground. He saw that the fourth Witch had created a spike of ice to stop him from being able to use it.
The one with the sword was running for him again, and he turned just in time to grab him before he could sink that blade into his side. He wore a necklace of Dragon fangs, and when the human Witch bit him, he felt the lance of fangs cut deep into his hand.
It looked as though he had been bitten by a large, ghostly Dragon mouth.
His hand twitched in reaction, but it was enough for the Witch to free himself.
Mahesh is not the first Dragon they have extracted.
They each had a piece of a Dragon, something they could use to fight him.
The one with the sword had fangs to bite just as viciously as he could. The one who had spiked his tail had claws to scratch just as deep. One of the Witches who had chanted had small wings tied together into a necklace so he could fly, and the other had bones threaded through her clothing so her body would be unbreakable.
All of these were small because they used magic to force the Dragon into a smaller size so their parts could be worn. He knew they each would have vials of blood and a pouch of scales on them.
Not only was he fighting against a coven, but he was fighting against one who was using vile magic that made them stronger. He may have been able to defeat them if they were alone, but not as a group, not with four of them.
He wouldn’t be foolish when he could see victory was unattainable.
Rurik turned to pull the ice from his tail and ran for the exit. They chased after him.
A wall of rock blocked his path, and he attempted to sidestep it.
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