We were attacked as soon as we passed through the quarantine double doors of the South Wing Infirmary. The greater infirmary was a fighting zone with a squadron of stoic knights, in dark patchwork overcoats, ending demon threats and meeting the rush of crazed prisoners with swords, elemental spells, shrills and burning bullets.
I could use my guns again since the corridors weren't subject to change, but I was loathing them. Their weight was a burden, especially when the targets could be human.
"Famine!" I heard Wilfred cry out. He waved me over to the corridor that he and Lita had cleared.
I stowed the guns and sprinted behind their lead, hoping we were going in the right direction to the pivot landing area where the Lotus Bridge should be.
My body involuntarily obeyed Brystagg's command, which saw my head stay attached to my neck.
I gulped at the flying rat demon (that had swooped over my head earlier) gearing up for another pass for our heads. Its sharp talon feet moved in rapid circles to form a spinning blade. It let out a high pitch screech when it dived for us.
From the corner of my eye, I spied another rat demon making the same pass from behind us. I flipped open the portspell and pointed it at the demon before me. I shouted the spell that displaced it into the path of its kind. No one stopped to examine the rat demon dissections.
We continued our sprints through the white corridors, fending off demon and human attacks we encountered. Eventually our plight led to a black wall corridor of a pivot landing. At the landing's entrance was vast grey space and sparking clouds where a hexagon platform should be.
A mob of flying rat demons were screeching up the corridor behind us.
"Time to close door," Lyra said when she called upon a spell to block the corridor behind us with obsidian chunks.
"What now?" War frantically stared about the grey space.
Colin stepped forward and called upon his bidea magic. Rings of blue light rippled through the grey space, pushing aside some clouds to reveal a pivot landing beneath us. There was only one way we could reach the landing, by jumping.
"That's the entry point?" I pointed to the far-off hexagon platform.
By sight, I calculated it would require a long run off to make it. Our space was only so much, not adequate for a decent take off.
Jumping wasn't the immediate problem. More winged demons were flying for us from opposite pivot entrances in the distance ahead.
I groaned when I spied figures of men riding some of them, letting out a maniacal whoop and hooting.
"Well that's bloody great!" I cursed aloud. It wouldn't be long before we were demon food.
Wilfred holstered his guns and pulled out a pair of silver-glass rings linked by a gold chain. Was he going to wed one of them? He placed them on his middle and third fingers, raised his arms and made the motion of pulling back an arrow and knocking it to a bow.
My eyes widen with wonder, when three arrows were released from his hands when his fingers had released their position. He repeated the process, knocking out the close-range attackers shrieking and hooting for us.
Lita placed a set of the same rings on her fingers and sent silver-glass arrows flying at oncoming targets.
Both were knocking out threats before they could reach us.
"We'll keep the demons at bay. You get to that entry point," she coolly said whilst not keeping her eye off the oncoming attackers, which were throwing lightening at us.
A bolt had struck her supporting arm. She cursed, shook off the pain and continued firing.
"Famine. Don't miss that landing." She threw over her shoulder as she released another round of arrows to take out scaly winged lizards.
I reassured her fears with a nod.
"Buru and I will help the twins." Lyra declared. She unfolded her fans to call out her sparrows and set them on a fiery path to counter the airborne vermin.
Buru confirmed his agreement by pulling off chunks of wall. He used elemental magic to turn them into cannon balls, which he hurled at oncoming attackers to knock them down.
Reinforcements were summoned by a tinny war cry, bringing out a fleet of flying demons to crowd the grey space. A formation was swooping for us.
I looked to Brystagg who gave a jump signal then to War who was setting up a vantage point for close range attacks.
"Famisto, go get our bro."
I frowned, his eyes were telling me he knew he couldn't step foot on that landing. How did he know?
"But?!" I began to argue. I hated the idea of being separated from him again.
"Dun make meh smack yah arse off dis rock!" War vehemently cussed.
Fire balls scorched the rock next to us. Time was up. I had to make the jump.
"Let's go!" Brystagg yelled.
He grabbed my arm and hauled me into a jump for the entry point platform.
We fell through the grey space at speeds faster than sound.
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"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...