[825] – Y03.125 – Troublesome III

[825] – Y03.125 – Troublesome III

The howls filled the air as the awakened wolves and dire wolves leapt into action, each tearing into the hydra as their teeth gnashed at their flesh. The chanting was almost drowned out by the noises, but light filled the air and a gentle warmth pressed upon Adam’s shoulders.

“To think you would move Rick and the others before you would move us,” Dunes said, holding onto his shield, reaching for his magical blade. “Are we so unreliable?”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t I want you by my side exactly because of something like this?” Adam asked, noting how only Dunes and Sara had stepped forward, the woman slinging fire towards the hydra, making sure it couldn’t regenerate. Dunes’ holy magic formed blades of light, which fell across the beast, while he stood a short ways away, out of the creature’s range.

‘I forgot how amazing that spell was,’ Adam thought. Not only did it strike their foes with divine might, it slowed them down too. In order to survive, the hydra have to kill the wolves, then the priest who was heavily armoured and pressing them down with his divine magic, before coming across the rest of the Aswadians, and then finally a young half elf in purple.

The wolves snarled as they attacked, each emboldened by their nearby allies, tearing into the hydra as though it were a chicken. A very powerful, vicious chicken, which tore into the wolves in return with its ravenous maws.

Adam’s ears twitched, hearing the whimpering of the children behind him. He shuffled his way towards the children, the sounds of terror all around. “Hey, are you alright?”

“There’s so many monsters out.”

“Haha, right, aren’t we lucky?” Adam replied, smiling calmly, though he had personally counted how many figures remained to protect the children. His eyes glanced aside, towards the other side of the forest. ‘I should be enough if one more comes, but if there are any more...’

“Lucky?” Max asked, his voice a whimper.

“Yes, don’t you think? We’re going to bring back so much hydra leather, scales, and so much more. I’ll make sure they don’t ruin the hydras too much, that way you can all get your own scale.”

“We can have our own scale?” Copper asked. “Me too?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t you get your own scale? You’re a part of the business, just like me and your sisters, aren’t you?”

“Are we gunna get magical swords?” Copper asked.

“Once you’ve done some good work and you’re older, sure.”

“I want two.”

“Then you need to work twice as hard.”

Copper looked to Shannon, raising his brows, as though he wasn’t sure if Adam was being serious.

“Would you like us to assist?” Cobra asked. “We could probably help out a little.”

“Perhaps if a ninth hydra appears you might be needed,” Adam replied, drowning out the sounds of bestial death, though kept his ear towards the other forest. Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

“Ninth? I count seven.”

“Everyone else is working so hard, but I’m also an Executive, you know?” Adam flashed a confident smile, one which gave the vibe of someone who actually believed their words, but it was Cobra who already believed Adam more than himself.

“Heave!”

“Ho!”

The pair tossed their javelins one by one, a stream of javelins slipping through the air, striking alongside the hard scales of the hydra.

Adam’s eyes also peered towards the farmers, just for a moment to check they were alright. They seemed fined, with the Hope and her flaming blade leading them into battle, the farmers were spurred with a zeal he hadn’t seen from them previously.

‘I gotta be careful, otherwise the Hope’s going to steal my people.’

The music of slaughter continued to play all around them, the cackling and shouts growing louder than the roars as the hydras fell, one by one, while the children watched in awe and shock. Adam’s worried were unfounded, as the hydras fell, each slain with the assistance of flame, otherwise the group would have found themselves to be quickly overwhelmed by the wicked beasts.

Once the first hydra fell, it was only a matter of moments before the tide of battle changed. Jurot and the others stepped, not towards the trio who were fending off the hydra they were up again, but rather made their way towards the Hope and the farmers.

“Come,” Jurot said, his axe tearing into one of the hydra’s many necks, while the Hope’s flaming blade pierced through the creature’s heart.

“May the Son watch over you,” Willow whispered as the hydra fell before her. She and the farmers followed Jurot, while the others went to assist Uwajin and Naqokan, Vasera’s warriors already making their way to Lucy and Mara.

The Hope’s blade tore through the hydra, which had torn the wolves apart with its monstrous teeth. Sky snarled, wincing as he tore into the hydra’s chest, his maw tasting the hydra’s death, while the other wolves pounced upon it, several pikes piercing through its hide.

Once the most dangerous hydra was dealt with, the group turned, watching as the last of the hydras were dispatched with, with minimal injuries, in no small part thanks to the floating shields all around the Rays of their Spirit Sentinels, while their healing magics made sure to deal with any of the nastiest injuries.

Nirot and Bavin, Uwajin and Naqokan, Lucy and Mara, each were Rage Dancers. Though they were wounded by the hydras, their rage suppressed much of the damage from the monsters. Adam’s Health was over 90, outpacing many other warriors, the only exceptions being perhaps Rage Dancers, who would have held a similar amount of Health given their great toughness.

However, while a hydra could strike Adam for a fair amount of damage, such damage would be almost trivial even to the likes of Nirot. Though the young woman was an Expert, and so her Health would have been in the fifties or so, technically she could last longer than Adam with her rage.

So while the six were tasked with facing the hydra themselves, they were tough even to deal with the blows of the hydra, while their own blows battered the hydra more viciously. Also, while Dunes could heal the Rage Dancers for a fair amount with his divine magic, Priests of Life each could heal for greater amounts, thanks to their connection with the Goddess of Life.

While the hydras dealt less damage to the Rage Dancers, each Health regained by the magic of a Priest, even those who did not worship Mother Soza as their main deity, was twice as effective than Health regained by Adam or Jaygak, who were not Rage Dancers.

Thus, someone like Jurot, whose Health was no doubt similar to Adam’s, could last not just twice as long as Adam, with the ability to shrug off blows with his rage, but even longer with equivalent healing, and the more someone was to wound Jurot, it meant they would wound his companions less.

Though no one had thought so deeply about that particular relationship between Priests and Rage Dancers, they had naturally felt into the rhythm of partnership, with almost every prayer flowing into the veins of the Rage Dancers, keeping them eager for battle.

‘Damn,’ Adam thought, eyeing up the trio of pairs who had formed the walls to keep the three hydras at bay. ‘They look pretty good considering they were being chomped by the big snakey monsters.’

“I tolds yous they were gunna win,” Copper said.

Alex blinked.

‘No casualties?’ Hope Willow thought, her heart full of relief, though the curiosity tainted it.

Adam stands around and does nothing, and yet that's still scary!