The Power Of Ten: Sama Rantha
Chapter 235 : There was a lot of fire going on.Errant was chaincasting Walls of Fire at this point.

Errant was chaincasting Walls of Fire at this point. They only lasted as long as he kept the Wrath focused on them, so generally no more then a few breaths... but that was naturally enough to disrupt anything resembling a line formation, and set a lot of mushrooms on fire.

There were demons around, but the elves were hatracking them with Baned missile fire one by one, the MUD highlighting them for attention and arrows converging from all directions to take them out.

If they were flying outside the range of the company's Interdiction, nothing like a dragon swooping in with a smiting Paladin to really put a nail in their fun.

Of course, there were lots of demons being brought in. However, they were dealing with Heavenbound, and there was nothing like the expression on a demon's face when you grappled it into the range of the Interdiction and shoved it away, to go free-falling at King Gravity's behest, while your highly trained and intelligent mount power-glided down under Angel Walk or Featherweight, reached the outside of the zone, and zipped back into motion.

All the Dragons had Baneskulls for Evilborn, so they were energetically playing the chewtoy game, although even they didn't have any liking for the taste of things made out of condensed sin, except for boosting their own superiority.

There was a lot of magic going off, but there were problems. To wit, the sheer amount of smoke full of poison and spores that was obstructing the view of the battlefield.

Even if you have hordes of Casters, they still have to be able to see their targets. Burning shrooms generated a LOT of smoke. Target acquisition was proving to be somewhat problematic on the far side.

Sama somehow managing to interlink the perceptions of hundreds of eyes into a comprehensive personally-relevant real-time tactical a.s.sessment display, and the sheer f.u.c.king brilliance of it singing through them like that... well, this was a Warlord to beat all Warlords.

With Wayfair bursting her Charisma to a 46, it was like fighting with a G.o.ddess of War in your head.

Elder Arg smashed through a couple of 'stools and straight into the flank of a drow missile line that thought having perching archers would work out for them. Tumbling dark elves flew in every direction under the impetus of a lot of monkey, five bars of Philosopher's Might driving the big guy's Might up to the Sherman Tank-reps level. Ma.s.sive gauntleted paws slammed elves to pancakes, smashed them aside like toys, and a horde of Chakon with beat-sticks and metal-clad hands and feet sent them flying around yet further. On the other side of the street, more drow archers regretted as Elder Arg smashed through their stations, leaving the sharp ones floating in midair to be hatracked by elven archers armed with Smokesight and a rather large amount of antipathy.

A full cavalcade of magic was unleashed at a charging line of shadows as p.i.s.sed drow Casters found targets and unloaded. There were a lot of multi-colored lights, explosions, thunderclaps, hissing sprays, whirlwinds... and the Ironblood came out of it totally unharmed, dragging the dwarven pikes right behind them, and the elven archers behind them.

The drow didn't do a good spear line, especially with all the monkeys running around breaking things up, and the tight formation hit them like bricks. The Ironblood whirled and crashed through, the dwarven spears became lawnmowers, and the Forsaken were on the Casters before they could even think of fleeing. While hardly incompetent in a fight, given their society, it didn't matter. Before the Ironblood, their magical defenses were smoke, and they were hacked down in no time at all by Axes burning the same bright ruby hue as their own blood.

Rains of multi-pound hurled spikeb.a.l.l.s introduced the elves to the ability of ouch-big-rock-hurt, breaking fine bones rather well, and capable of snapping an arm right through the bucklers they favored.

He saw three strafing bolts of lightning off, and some ballistae on wagons blowing apart with their crews.

A swarm of buzzing man-sized fly-demons was ahead, converging on him, Darkbolt hurtling right for them at improbable speed. Purity reached out ahead, sheared the droning wings off one of them, split to send two others tumbling away in fear and pain and bright holes burned into them. Darkbolt plunged through their numbers, tucking his wings at the last second, and reaching out with eagle's talons and beak in three different directions to rip off more wings in pa.s.sing, while his own flight remained perfectly level.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth ones trying to converge on them ran into the edge of Grace, one after another, a single circling stroke cutting all three down instantly.

He fired Purity backwards as bolts of lightning crackled up from below, just missing them as Darkbolt heeled them over. The remaining fly demons plummeted from the sky as Darkbolt dove down, slamming into a swooping vulture-demon with burning claws on all four limbs before spinning along the long axis that no flier should do, and Errant took off its head, snapping off a Wrath shot at the drow who'd thrown the lightning bolt at him that burned the dark elf's head right off his shoulders.

His and Estemar's Eyes of Heaven were feeding right into the MUD, giving everyone instant, real-time awareness of Evil all about him. Since his Soul-Boosted Range to this was five hundred feet in all directions, he and Estemar were basically the perfect real-time tactical spotters for forward movement and the flanks.

It was f.u.c.king depressing how much Evil there was.

Even most of the children had been corrupted. He was seeing kids less than waist-high with dark Auras. f.u.c.king dark elf society. Most of the slaves weren't any better, which, if they were let free, generally meant they took the chance to slit a few drow throats, so a win in that direction.

He basically always had something to shoot at, so, grimly, he shot it.

They were leaving an impressive trail of carnage behind themselves; burned cities, dead drow, slain demons, some butchered undead –

A roar up ahead, and a building moved. Whoops, nope, that was a fifty-foot demon, looking sort of like a great horned demon with improbably broad shoulders, truly ma.s.sive fists, and hooved feet that could almost stomp Elder Arg flat. Atop those shoulders, the dark elves had built a howdah, now currently packed with Casters and Archers.

That was a Goristro demon, and a big one. Thirty hit dice? He didn't even bother trying to punch his Wrath into it casually.

Elder Arg wasn't deterred at all. The big ape could motor with the Monk Levels he'd taken, obscured by the ruins of the ma.s.sive shrooms and stools he was hurtling through and under, certainly a big target and attracting his great share of direct magical attacks.

Errant and Klistos both blew golden Walls of Fire across the howdah, end to end, leaving the drow nowhere to run, only bail or get toasted. Some of them might be able to resist the wild Song Heavenbound's Wrath, but not his own. They shrieked as all of them began to cook.

The goristro was powerful enough to completely ignore the magic, but the bright flames certainly distracted it. Not being too bright, it reached up to beat the flames down, which wasn't exactly good for the howdah.

A lot of elite drow went floating or flying. Alas, they had lost their cover, and there was a lot of smoke down there. The waiting elves below began to hatrack them as they floated, and suddenly dragons and griffons were coming in from all directions, marvelously coordinated.

Unlike demons, drow weren't resistant to lightning and cold.

Elder Arg swung around behind the much-slower goristro, bellowing his eagerness, grabbed onto the demon's tail, and pulled his multi-ton bulk up through the shattering howdah falling down. Sinking his mighty claws into the goristro's back, he began to rip.

The goristro bellowed in pure agony, trying to reach back to the ape as his thick hide began to tear apart under the impossible strength of Elder Arg.

Captain s.h.i.+rley bounced off a toadstool as the great demon staggered, and #One'd the front of his thick knee hard and Cold, nearly locking it tight as it froze through. Facing front and back respectively, Amber and Veis held down their Autobows and sent constant flashes of burning bolts singing out to their floating targets.

As she crossed by, Captain Fido came straight in, fires peeling away from his jaws and gathered around Verd's Spear, currently transformed into something like hard light, which she plunged into that knee with perfect lancer form.

Flesh and bone exploded as Two let go, Hedge plunging in through its hide like air to sever and burn with the flames congealed around it. The ma.s.sive knee was actually directly blown apart, and the goristro began to fall instantly, prompting Elder Arg to leap free, grabbing a couple floating drow on the way down, and as they screamed, biting one's head off and slapping the other into mush against his chest.

The goristro hit with enough force to topple some nearby shrooms, bounce drow off their feet, and naturally crushed all three fungus-buildings it landed on.

Elder Arg was on it in seconds, and to its complete astonishment, grabbed its horns in his hands, Philosopher's Might's five bars flaring like stars on his forearms, and wrenched the goristro's demon through two hundred degrees, the crack of its neck breaking like boulders shattering.

They really would've liked to grab its skull for use as a Siege Weapon, but it would have to be enough that it wouldn't be animated as an undead. Vivic flames were blazing on the stump of its leg and foot, spreading rapidly as its death fed them.

Elder Arg had a better idea. With an ear-shaking roar that had many of the nearest drow voiding their bowels, he slammed a mighty fist down and wrenched, and one of the great horns of the goristro shattered under the blow.

Errant lifted his eyebrows as Darkbolt slammed into a haughty Drow Caster who had just witnessed the plunging griffon execute a ninety-degree course adjustment by pus.h.i.+ng off the air with his claws, and ram right into him with plunging talons and ripping beak.

Errant Sharded through a floating archer's chest, ripping a Wall of Fire treated with vivus down the length of the goristro to accelerate the feeding process with Purity.

Up above, the section of the sky turning clearer was getting wider as the Land was fed well.

Hanging onto his new prize, Elder Arg slung it over his shoulder as he pounded towards the next group of drow trying to set up a defense, while the last of the floaters and fliers were mystified as dragons and griffons swooped away.
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Ten seconds later they screamed as they plunged down from the sky. King Gravity wagged his finger in admonishment, and the Ironblood surging up and past were quick to end the pain of their broken bones and lack of Soak.

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Bolts of Wrath came down from on high, shrooms burst and spewed out more poison smoke. Fire Reserves detonated in all directions, adding to the cacophony and burning buildings.

Here and there, members of the company occasionally fell, struck by enough missiles or combined magic. Disks unfurled, their bodies were tossed on them, and within seconds the Healers were on them, restoring Health. Barus was wielding the White Staff, which could return to life anyone slain within the past minute without side effects, once a day per person. It could also return those slain within the last day without requiring a gold sacrifice, five times a day.

Thus, everyone had buddies watching out for them, getting them onto Disks and to the Healers, sticking close and moving fast to get them out of harm's way. The North Wind was the go-to team for this, spread out around the formation to catch any stragglers as they covered the outside of the main company, with Captains Fido and s.h.i.+rley as back-up.

The Healing Traps were getting a work out for emergencies, but the Healers were focused on everyone's Health, trying to keep it up as high as possible as the fighting wore at them. There was a reason everyone had Racial Levels, Toughness, and Tough Soul, after all...

Thus, the number of truly dead was limited to a handful of apes who had been caught in enough magic to reduce them to ash almost instantly. The champka hurlers took to following the Ironblood more closely to prevent this sort of thing, and the timed shots that went off with Ironblood ducking out of the way while a spiked steel ball smashed in the face of a drow warrior began to occur with more regularity.

The company poured into an open area of mushroom gardens, leaving the beleaguered drow behind, seething for revenge. A lot of demons were sent leaping, crawling, scuttling, and flying off after them.

The demons didn't come back...