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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4236918" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Heh, in that case, I'm glad I edited out the cursing! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> </p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>CHAPTER 45</p><p></p><p>INTERCESSION</p><p></p><p></p><p>“GET OFF OF HIM!” Maricela yelled, her voice transformed into a bellow as her <em>righteous might</em> spell doubled her height. On top of the <em>divine power</em> spell she’d just cast not six seconds past, her own physical power, modest before the infusion of holy energies, was suddenly greater than any of her companions, even the indomitable Corath Dar. Her mace, now a slab of steel almost five feet long, erupted in blazing flames as she stepped forward and slammed it into the treant’s body. The thing staggered backward, again off balance, but still it fought, a branch flailing around into the cleric’s face. She shrugged off clawing stone juts that tore wounds in the flesh under her helmet, and lifted the mace to strike again. But before the blow could land, a glowing streak shot out from the corridor, and caught the treant a solid blow. The <em>crushing fist</em> was finally too much for the treant, and as it fell over backward it came apart, shattering even before it hit the floor and smashed into a thousand pieces. </p><p></p><p>Maricela started to bend over the broken body of Kiron, but the knight, somehow, was still conscious, and he pointed toward the far end of the room. “Help... Dar!” he managed to get out, before he collapsed. Allera was there at once, her hands glowing with a bright blue glow, ready to help him. </p><p></p><p>The priestess looked up, and saw that Dar needed all the help he could get. </p><p></p><p>Dar was getting a rough refresher in fighting against an opponent that had him outmatched in size, strength, reach, and the sheer ability to absorb punishment. He’d gotten in a few solid hits, and the cracks in the creature’s trunk continued to trail streaks of yellow vapor, but it seemed hardly affected by its injuries. It had been too long since he’d been in a violent, desperate melee like this, and he was no longer the man of living steel that had been forged from raw iron in those last desperate missions to Rappan Athuk. He was anything but frail, but the years... well, they had a way of creeping up on you. </p><p></p><p>But he was still Corath Dar, and as he absorbed another punishing strike, the long branches slapping him across the face and chest like whips, he was able to keep his focus, and his head. </p><p></p><p>“That the freaking best you got, you freaking <em>tree?</em> he shouted. Lifting <em>Justice</em>, he feinted as though he was going to leap forward to attack, but even as a pair of branches swept down toward him, he leapt back into one of the vacated alcoves along the wall. He did not hesitate there long, waiting only until it had completed its swing and lifted its branches again. Then he charged forward again before the treant could trap him in the confined space. Selaht was still trying to harry the creature from behind, leaping in to attack and then springing away before it could effectively counter. But thus far the monk had not managed to hurt it seriously, although black streaks marked its legs where his burning fists had impacted. </p><p></p><p>Dar knew that his best chance was staying away from the treant, to not give it a chance to deliver a full attack like that first one that had sent him flying across the room. But there just wasn’t enough room in the chamber for nimble evasions, and the treant was just too damned big. Those facts were reinforced again as he tried to run past it, to get out of the corner formed by the stone chamber wall and the straight plane of Letellia’s <em>wall of force</em>. The treant swatted him almost casually, and even though he saw the blow coming, there was no room to escape it. He yelled as he hurled himself forward, willing his armored body to move faster, but then he was flying again, his limbs splaying outward as the branch connected solidly with the small of his back. The floor rose up to greet him, and he landed hard, his breath smashed out of his lungs. </p><p></p><p>He did not have to turn over to know that the treant would be bearing down on him. He tried to get up, but his body had decided it had taken enough of a beating for the moment; his muscles refused to obey. He couldn’t even lift his head enough to see out of his helmet; all that was there was the smooth grain of the stone and the smell of his own sweat and blood in his nostrils. He could hear it coming though; the ground all but shook with the noise of its charge.</p><p></p><p><em>Well, damn</em>, he thought, waiting for the inevitable.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 4236918, member: 143"] Heh, in that case, I'm glad I edited out the cursing! :) * * * * * CHAPTER 45 INTERCESSION “GET OFF OF HIM!” Maricela yelled, her voice transformed into a bellow as her [i]righteous might[/i] spell doubled her height. On top of the [i]divine power[/i] spell she’d just cast not six seconds past, her own physical power, modest before the infusion of holy energies, was suddenly greater than any of her companions, even the indomitable Corath Dar. Her mace, now a slab of steel almost five feet long, erupted in blazing flames as she stepped forward and slammed it into the treant’s body. The thing staggered backward, again off balance, but still it fought, a branch flailing around into the cleric’s face. She shrugged off clawing stone juts that tore wounds in the flesh under her helmet, and lifted the mace to strike again. But before the blow could land, a glowing streak shot out from the corridor, and caught the treant a solid blow. The [i]crushing fist[/i] was finally too much for the treant, and as it fell over backward it came apart, shattering even before it hit the floor and smashed into a thousand pieces. Maricela started to bend over the broken body of Kiron, but the knight, somehow, was still conscious, and he pointed toward the far end of the room. “Help... Dar!” he managed to get out, before he collapsed. Allera was there at once, her hands glowing with a bright blue glow, ready to help him. The priestess looked up, and saw that Dar needed all the help he could get. Dar was getting a rough refresher in fighting against an opponent that had him outmatched in size, strength, reach, and the sheer ability to absorb punishment. He’d gotten in a few solid hits, and the cracks in the creature’s trunk continued to trail streaks of yellow vapor, but it seemed hardly affected by its injuries. It had been too long since he’d been in a violent, desperate melee like this, and he was no longer the man of living steel that had been forged from raw iron in those last desperate missions to Rappan Athuk. He was anything but frail, but the years... well, they had a way of creeping up on you. But he was still Corath Dar, and as he absorbed another punishing strike, the long branches slapping him across the face and chest like whips, he was able to keep his focus, and his head. “That the freaking best you got, you freaking [i]tree?[/i] he shouted. Lifting [i]Justice[/i], he feinted as though he was going to leap forward to attack, but even as a pair of branches swept down toward him, he leapt back into one of the vacated alcoves along the wall. He did not hesitate there long, waiting only until it had completed its swing and lifted its branches again. Then he charged forward again before the treant could trap him in the confined space. Selaht was still trying to harry the creature from behind, leaping in to attack and then springing away before it could effectively counter. But thus far the monk had not managed to hurt it seriously, although black streaks marked its legs where his burning fists had impacted. Dar knew that his best chance was staying away from the treant, to not give it a chance to deliver a full attack like that first one that had sent him flying across the room. But there just wasn’t enough room in the chamber for nimble evasions, and the treant was just too damned big. Those facts were reinforced again as he tried to run past it, to get out of the corner formed by the stone chamber wall and the straight plane of Letellia’s [i]wall of force[/i]. The treant swatted him almost casually, and even though he saw the blow coming, there was no room to escape it. He yelled as he hurled himself forward, willing his armored body to move faster, but then he was flying again, his limbs splaying outward as the branch connected solidly with the small of his back. The floor rose up to greet him, and he landed hard, his breath smashed out of his lungs. He did not have to turn over to know that the treant would be bearing down on him. He tried to get up, but his body had decided it had taken enough of a beating for the moment; his muscles refused to obey. He couldn’t even lift his head enough to see out of his helmet; all that was there was the smooth grain of the stone and the smell of his own sweat and blood in his nostrils. He could hear it coming though; the ground all but shook with the noise of its charge. [i]Well, damn[/i], he thought, waiting for the inevitable. [/QUOTE]
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