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Devan Blackwater had always wanted to say something cool at a time like this.
He figured, live or die, this was probably his only chance.
"Hey, you dumb fucking beast!" Devan cried out. "You think you can ignore me?!"

Its tail slammed into a wall of blackness, almost ripping through it.
The curtain of dark magic faltered but at the same time was melting through scale and bone.
Blackwater, unable to fall back at this time, pulled forth his focus from beneath his cloak.
If he was holding onto this he'd be able to keep channeling his energy.
Once his mana ran out it would begin to break down the energy in his body.
And once all of his natural reserves from eating and sleeping were gone...
It would even begin to damage his own body in order to keep powering the spell.

Eruptio lashed out, forming a web of dark masses that stretched at the opponent.
The Storm Drake, too, couldn't back away at a time like this.
He'd likely only be hit from behind and killed while fleeing.
Instead he used his amazing size and strength to bear down on Blackwater.
However, he knew that forcing his way through the dark curtain wasn't the best move.
The shadows were protecting Blackwater now.
The Necromancer's hands were both crackling with energy.
Light in one hand, shadow in the other. And the black miasma was swarming and decaying.
Instead, the Storm Drake used his good arm and even his own torso to hold the assault at bay.
He curved his head downward, pointing it at the man below him.
His wings spread wide and began to crackle.

"Devan..." Martin muttered. "Get back..."
But it didn't matter. He couldn't even try to retreat anymore.
They were simply trading blows, pound for pound.
And whoever won would simply settle the matter in the end.

A bolt of light crackled from within its eyes and its mouth and its nostrils.
Like a great whip of heat it lanced out and down, snapping at Blackwater from above.
Streaks and sparks, light and color, cascaded away from the lightning bolt as it clashed with the shadow.
Devan felt something hot break through and torch his shoulder blade.
He felt a flood of hot liquid gushing from out of his arm and begin running down his side.
Blackwater, doubling down, actually took a step forward.
He raised his other arm high and then put all of his energy into extending the column of shadow.
The beam of light which descended on him brilliantly lit up the area around the two.
And his own Eruptio coiled around it, climbing, swirling, ripping into the chest and the neck of the enemy above him.

Lightning struck twice, biting through the gap, and hitting Blackwater right in the hip.
It cut his body nearly in half and ripped him off his feet, pushing him into the ground.
Driving him with a force that sent blood rippling out of his body in a shockwave.

"NO!" Three voices seemed to cry out at once.

Then, the creature, wavering over him, began to wobble and tilt.
More than half of its body mass had been consumed by the shadow.
It tried to raise its tail, to flick it one last time, to destroy the stable.
If it could collapse that building then Martin and Jess would be killed under the rubble.

Instead, all it managed to do, was open its mouth and spit blood all over the streets.
Then, weakly, the Storm Drake collapsed onto its side.

Martin heard a cracking sound from the support beams around him.

[Chapter End]

longest fucking chapter ever

9. Was it worth it?
A. Nothing is worth it. Nothing is worth anything anymore.
B. (Write in)
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