Chapter 2; Collision.
I was really hoping that was just clan radicals attempting to ambush us. If so, it was a total failure, they probably knew we were watching them; so why hadn't they retreated?
"Wolfie?! Do you see anything?" asked the Professor.
"No, but I... " he attempted to answer but was interrupted by loud gunshots from the distance. Wolfie turned his attention towards where he thought the shots came from, but couldn't see anything in the distance. Looking carefully he started to see hints of yellow fog. Somebody was clearly destroying the tears.
"Wolfie, look out on your right!" shouted the Professor; Wolfie turned his attention quickly to the direction of the bushes, only to see something coming straight at him. Not looking for mere seconds he jumped out of the way dodging it as it smashed into the ruined walls behind him. A cloud of dust covered all of them before Wolfie even gets the chance to see what came at him.
"General, you deal with that, I'm going to find that sniper!"
"Very well, good hunting." Wolfie said, pulling what seemed to be an arm towards him and away from The Professor. Holding the unseen target's arm with his left hand, Wolfie started to channel light magic into his axe, but his enemy stayed one step ahead of him and pulled him into melee range.
Wolfie fended off the clawing arm of his unseen enemy and swung his weapon downwards upon it. On impact, Wolfie's enemy screamed and the axe emitted a faint shockwave of light which spread the cloud of dust further. Pulling his axe from his fallen foe, Wolfie knelt down to see what he had just killed. The creature seemed to have rough and jagged armour, but Wolfie couldn't see clearly what it was. He stood up and looked around in the dust-cloud. A few figures could be seen through the dust glowing with light elemental magic. Their sudden appearance shocked Wolfie, but as soon as they had appeared, they were gone.
Wolfie reached for his sword but was struck by something at breakneck speed. It cut his face across the right cheek and disappeared into the dust before he could regain his composure. Another speedy strike caught Wolfie in the shoulder, causing him to lose his grip on his axe. On a third attempt to strike him down, Wolfie managed to catch it off-guard and tripped it over with a well place kick.
"Gotcha" exclaimed Wolfie as he got a clear picture of what he was facing.
Wolfie debated his situation, and prepared himself for another fast attack. He grabbed his Guardian Blade into his left hand and rushes towards his axe. At the same time an enemy rushed towards him, Wolfie backs away and unleashed a wave of light magic into the enemy hitting it out of sight, but you still could faintly see the creature's outline glow with an aura of holy magic which shortly disappeared. He picked up his axe and walked carefully forward with his guard up. Unnervingly it was silent. When he was out of the dust cloud, he tightened his grip on both of his weapons and turned towards the dust cloud which was starting to settle.
An expression of anger settled on his face as he saw his enemy as clear as day. They look like the typical humanoids but with bulky and deranged armour, their bodies were actually rotten flesh of a long dead mortal. Their hands and fingers were like sharp daggers and one of the three had charred and broken wings. One had a mouth hidden in its hands, which hid a long tentacle tongue which it could use to strike their enemy.
"Garitia!" he shouted.
While Wolfie struggled against his enemy, the Professor was struggling against the terrain. All the broken pieces of the tower had fallen in quite erratic fashion, making it difficult for getting through the field. His robe certainly wasn't helping him get through the rubble, but his skills in magic were. An occasional small of wind magic was enough to clear a fairly smooth path through the rocks. He wasn't the best runner though...
He did his best to hurry, but he was a mage who could fight, not a warrior who could cast spells. He was a man of intellect not strength of body. His mind was not easy to distract with physical feats. He began questioning himself, the whole situation. He had said he would try to find the sniper, a logical step, however, where had the shot been fired from? Was it just one person or more that were behind it? Could it be that they were a part of this... whatever was going on. He had to keep going.
A broken wall offered little resistance to the man on a mission, planting his hand for support on it as he leaped over, ducking another piece of debris right behind it, followed by a series of small jumps and hops. Being this out of character was really tiring though. But Wolfie probably would still like his help as soon as he found the sniper. How much time should he even spend on trying to find them?
Finally he arrived to the spot he had thought of as the best lookout position. A cliff that one could gaze upon the lake and the hills that surrounded them. He had never really been in contact with guns before, the Lucian Army never used firearms, or snipers. He had no idea what to look for, or what to expect.
That's why the sudden arrival of the sniper caught him by surprise.
They came from below, having skirted just above the lake and followed by a sharp ascent by the cliffside, a person still holding a long-barrelled gun of some kind, riding on top of a Dynami, the first looking sharply at his direction as soon as they appeared. It was not a mere notice, it was the eye that of a hunter scouting for prey.
There was a shout somewhere, that of Wolfie, but right now Professor could not concentrate on it, but on the two that rose ever higher in the air. At least the sniper's attention wasn't on him anymore, but to the direction of Wolfie. That's why he felt a dread as soon as he saw him raise that sniping gun, taking aim in what he just knew was Wolfie's direction. He had to do something, and fast. He grabbed for his sword, but the Professor was in so much fear for his friend that it seemed everything was going twice as slowly as usual and he could only move at half speed...
The Professor had barely raised his sword, or even considered a suitable manoeuvre, before the sniper had fired three times. The man reloaded and shouldered the rifle, looking down at him now. The Dynami began to descend, and not for one moment did he, the killer in red, take his gaze off from the Professor.
Wolfie smirked as his enemies lay before him, dead or dying; they were shot down from the distance. Not caring he placed his weapons on the ground and approached the wounded Garitia who was trying to crawl from him. With an anguish growl the Garitia cowered at the sight of Wolfie. The paladin kneeled down to the wounded Garitia and spoke to it.
"Why are you here?... You know who I am don't you?..." he said, and with a disappointed smirk he stood back up and waved his hand. Light started to bend to his will and formed the shape of a spear. The Garitia boiled with anger and growled at the paladin.
"Join the rest"