Execute Gur -
2 votes (Arandor, Deriel_Linch)
Execute Arandor -
4 votes (Happy Girl, Neyra Drake, Ta Kotoraya...)
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Arandor stood in the courtyard, quietly retreating step by step, concealed by his black robe. A cunning smile flickered beneath the hood.
-So you guessed after all?!- the Warlock said, laughing wickedly, -but it is already too late! Who can stop me?
His right hand sharply pulled a scepter from his robes, and it immediately glowed with a crimson light.
-I am omnipotent! None of you shall be able to defeat me!
-Enough!- Happy Girl shouted and with a swift motion threw two knives at Arandor.
The blades flashed in the rays of the evening sun and a second later embedded themselves in a tree standing next to the Warlock. He only burst out laughing, then waved his scepter and the knives flew back toward Happy Girl. The thief managed to dodge one, but the second whistled through the air and plunged into her thigh.
-You are not the only mage here,- Ta Kotoraya challenged in a steady, warlike voice, stepping forward majestically.
She unsheathed her scepter, and it shone with a soft green light.
-It is time to pay for everything you have done!
Tongues of flame erupted from the tip and rushed toward Arandor. The Warlock expected this; he was infinitely confident in himself, intending to bend them, to make them beg for mercy. The flame swirled into a fireball and hung exactly in the middle between the two mages, then exploded, and burning droplets scattered in all directions. Arandor waved his scepter again, pointing its tip toward the sorceress. Suddenly, she was tossed into the air and then thrown aside.
-Stupid, stupid Grace! Yes, yes, I even know your name, my dear! I know everything about you, even about that magical aura you created around yourself for protection! But alas, it cannot stand against my magic. It will be a pity to kill you; you could have become an excellent Wizard, but alas. Farewell.
The Warlock cast a spell, and fierce lightning bolted from the fingers of his left hand, striking Ta Kotoraya in the next second. The sorceress screamed from the terrible pain that gripped her entire body. The protective charms refused to work; she felt that in a few more moments, it would all be over. But suddenly, the pain unexpectedly vanished. At first, the sorceress thought her charms had finally worked, but the scepter wasn't even glowing anymore. Somewhere behind her, Ta Kotoraya heard footsteps; she looked back and saw Neyra Drake. Her eyes blazed with anger, her right hand tightly gripping the hilt of a long silvered blade.
-And here is the main heroine of the evening,- Arandor continued to gloat, -everyone has been waiting for you! How unsightly to be late! Oh, you are always late! Late then, and almost late now.
-Silence, mage!- the paladin hissed through her teeth, barely containing the rage filling her, -silence! Why did you kill Dernia?! For amusement! You are not human, you are a monster! And retribution will soon find you!
-Such loud words for such a worthless paladin! Who will settle the score with me? You?! I have sown death right under your nose for so long without hindrance, and you didn't even know of my presence! I admit, when I first arrived here, I was a little frightened, but I soon realized that you don't even sense my magical field! You are useless!
-Yes, I was blind, but now I see! I see more clearly than ever before! And I will kill you! Do you hear me?! I'll kill you!!!
-Kill me? What about your code?!
-To hell with the code!- the warrior could not take it anymore and rushed toward Arandor.
The sword clashed against the scepter, sparks flying. The Warlock stepped aside and struck the paladin in the chest with an open palm. There was a loud clap, and she was sent flying back, slamming into the ground.
-Eperius demonium!- the mage pronounced, and a fierce demon suddenly appeared beside him. Its bloodshot eyes looked wickedly at Neyra Drake, and its massive fists clenched for a crushing blow. Just as the paladin rose to her feet, the demon sent her into another short flight, ending in a painful fall.
-Help me, oh Creator,- Neyra whispered, gripping the sword with both hands.
Arandor burst out laughing again.
-Better pray for mercy from me than from your foolish deity! Perhaps I shall pity you due to your insignificance! Ha-ha-ha!
Suddenly, a blue radiance enveloped the blade. With every second it grew larger and larger; when it touched the demon, it roared in pain and leaped at Neyra. She sprang up quickly, stepped sharply to the side, and with full force severed the monster's head. The Warlock directed a bolt of lightning at the warrior, but her sword confidently absorbed the magic, shining even brighter as a result. Gripping the blade with her right hand, Neyra began to describe circles in the air, creating a vortex of charms. The smile disappeared from Arandor's face, replaced by agitation. He tried to summon another demon, but a wave of blue light struck him sharply in the chest, and now he was the one who fell to the ground.
-I absolve you of all your sins, mage, may your soul rest in peace,- Neyra said in a steady voice, continuing to trace circles with her sword.
-To hell with your mercy!- Arandor screamed and tried once more to cast a chain lightning.
But the tips of his fingers only sparkled slightly.
-Farewell,- the paladin whispered and drove the blade straight into the Warlock's heart.
A stifled scream, a flash of scarlet light, and silence...
Neyra knelt on one knee before Arandor, leaning on her sword with both hands.
-You were right, mage, I am worthless,- she said sadly, -I could not protect the most precious thing the Creator gave me! I could not save my love! Why live now?! Why??!!- the paladin cried out.
She pulled the sword from the Warlock's body and plunged it into her own chest.
The End
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