Lazybones
Adventurer
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Chapter 159
CLAWS AND BITE
Pella’s shot scored, digging deep into the dragon’s chest. But the arrow was not enough to stop it. The archer reached for her sword, but the blade had not cleared the scabbard when the dragon slammed into her, its dagger-shaped head locking onto her right arm. Pella screamed in pain as it lifted her into the air. She too had been weakened by the initial blasts of the dragon breaths, and her efforts to break free were utterly futile.
Flashes of gray smoke and a loud chittering noise announced the arrival of more summoned allies, a pair of huge fiendish centipedes that immediately attacked the dragon from both sides. Others were coming; Baraka was running across the tunnel, drawing his sickles while he ran. But neither he nor the centipedes could stop the dragon from reaching up and digging its foreclaws deep into Pella’s torso. As the archer screamed anew, the dragon yanked down, hard, while it pulled its head, still clamped onto Pella’s arm, upward. The woman’s joint was the weak link in that equation of force, and with a sick ripping noise her arm was torn from her body.
The centipedes, though unable to pierce the dragon’s hide with their initial attacks, were starting to distract it, so it tossed the pieces of the human archer aside, and shifted its attention to deal with them. It sensed another smaller foe trying to sneak up on it, and with an almost desultory twist of its body it shot down its head, its jaws snapping open to surprise the attacker.
But Licinius Varo was not surprised. In fact, he seemed almost willing to give the dragon a free bite, lifting his arm to protect his head. The dragon caught his arm, biting down with enough force to crack bones. Varo did not cry out in pain, but he did release the harm spell he’d cast from Gudmund’s scroll.
Blood gushed from the dragon’s nostrils, and it immediately released him, staggering back in agony. It let out a roar of distress, each motion of its head releasing more fat droplets of blood. The creature was far too durable for the spell to have crippled it, but it had certainly hurt it, badly.
That was what Drakha had been waiting for. Summoning the most potent of its magic, the outsider hit the dragon with a power word. The spell overcame the dragon’s spell resistance, and sent it reeling, stunned.
The male dragon aborted its attack on Dar in mid-strike, knocking the surprised fighter down as it leapt into the air. It flew like a dart across the battlefield to join its mate, diving onto one of the centipedes that were still trying to dig into the stunned dragon’s flesh. The dragon utterly crushed the first centipede as it landed on it, severing its head from its body with a single savage rip of its jaws. A blast of energy lanced into it, a lightning bolt from Drakha, but the spell dissolved harmlessly as it struck the dragon’s spell resistance.
But it did give the dragon a target. It swiveled its head to focus on the gray-skinned outsider, its eyes narrowing with sinister intent.
But before it could unleash another deadly attack, the dragon found itself distracted by other foes. Baraka, driven to a fury by Pella’s death, rushed at its flank, his twin sickles flashing in his hands. He made no secret of his intent as he raised the weapons and let out an angry roar of challenge.
The dragon met the ranger’s rush with a flick of its tail. The armored appendage smashed into the ranger like a whip, its end catching Baraka square in the center of his forehead. His momentum was immediately stopped and reversed by the force of the blow. He flipped head over heels backwards, landing motionless on his back, his weapons clattering to the ground a good distance away.
Varo put the distraction caused by Baraka’s futile attack to good use, creeping up close enough to deliver an inflict critical wounds spell by touch. But again the dragon’s spell resistance held, and the spell dissipated harmlessly as it discharged. The dragon detected the attack, however, and twisted its head toward the new threat.
But before it could pulverize Varo, the dragon saw Talen, Dar, and Bullo charging it, weapons raised and ready to strike. The dragon did not wait for them to reach it, opening its jaws wide, and unleashing another blast of negative energy that engulfed all three of the attacking men, casting them into a murk of utter darkness.
Talen, still protected by the lingering potency of Allera’s death ward, emerged from the stream of black energy unharmed, but the same could not be said for his companions. When the blast faded, it revealed Dar barely standing, bent over, his motions stiff and jerky. His helm had fallen from his head, and his flesh was was as pale as old wool. Valor was still in his hand, but the blade shook violently.
But he was better off than Bullo, who lay upon the ground, his limp corpse drained of even the last lingering vestige of lfe.