Chapter 253: Acidic Tide_Millennial Mage

Chapter 253: Acidic Tide

 T jogged through the rather beaten downplex.

 The battle had not been kind to the architecture.

 She was able to snag some things of value, but not many. Unfortunate, that.

 -No kidding.-

 She and Paun had parted ways nearly a quarter hour ago, and she felt like she could sense Be-thrics power nearby.

 She asionally caught sight of the bull-man following her at a hesitant distance. I need to deal with him before I find Be-thric and whatever is going on there, or Im going to be killed.

 The bull-man might tip the scales against Be-thric, but T thought it more likely that hed ignore the Pir and simply dispatch her.

 That would be just the perfect way to die

 So, she had a problem to deal with. It was a smaller problem than when there had been three pursuers, but it was still a problem.

 She saw a rtively intact room off to one side, and an idea came to her, causing a malicious grin spread across her face.

 Thats perfect.

 Her mirrored perspectives ensured that the bull-man couldnt see her at the moment.

 She pulled Kit from her belt and threw the pouch against the wall beside the door.

 Kit grew over the doorway, filling it in with an exact replica of the door that had stood open a moment before, per her desire.

 Now, if he came this way before, nothing should seem amiss. These people had seemed far too well informed so far. She suspected a traitor within the House of Blood. Well, another traitor.

 -A more active traitor?-

 For now.

 A small smile tugged at her lips, but she suppressed it.

 With her n ready to be enacted, she leaned against the doorframe that was Kit and took an all-too-real moment to catch her breath.

 When the bull-man came into view, she jerked her face towards him and gasped.

 A small smile pulled at the mans inhuman face.

 T grabbed the door and shoved it open, diving inside and moving off to one side. She tried to close the door, but it caught on a bit of rubble that shed kicked in the way as she dove through.

 The bull reached the door a momentter, kicking it open and rushing through.

 He was halfway across the room before he spun on his hooves and faced her, back near the door.

 So, you decided to stop running?

 Of course. You should surrender, you know.

 Heughed, an almost braying sound that was just too much like a moo to sound like a donkey. Youre all alone, human girl. No nightmarish Eskau is nearby. I made sure he went the other way. Theres no one here to save you this time.

 She smiled. Funny that you say that.

 At her words, the walls melted, the illusion built by Kit shattering, revealing that they stood in the midst of rolling hills.

 The bull looked around in confusion. What?

 Wee to my sanctum. Her smile widened. Id like you to meet Terry.

 Terry flickered into being behind the bull-man, talons ripping through the remains of the mans shirt and lightly scoring into the bovines back.

 The man screamed in surprise more than agony, even while he healed, turning in a rage before stopping in horror.

 He looked up.

 And up.

 And up.

 Terry towered over the invader, easily double therge mans height.

 T cleared her throat. Please dont y with your food, Terry. Hes rather robust.

 Terry trilled absently then stomped down on the bull.

 The man had attempted to dodge, resulting in all but his head being crushed.

 He couldnt even cry out in pain, at least not until Terry lifted his foot, and the bulls magic dumped power into a full body healing.

 Huh, he doesnt rely on internal reserves for his healing. He could probably have his head cut off and grow a new body.

 -Yeah, but that means his healing takes a lot more power because hes also calling the material into existence.-

 Everythings a tradeoff.

 -He also seems overly protective of his head. I bet he doesnt have an easy way to recover from brain damage.-

 Youre probably right. It did seem like he might have had some specific protections around there.

 What followed was eerily simr to how Terry had fought T, herself, and T had a front-row seat to how that would turn out if Terry ever turned on her.

 The bull-man didnt even have the advantage of magical weaponry or other workings to call on.

 His concept did seem to be around bodily strength and sovereignty of everything within his own flesh, but it wasnt sufficient to ovee what seemed to be a nearly eight fold weight disadvantage.

 His magic did make Terrys ws pretty useless when Terry was smaller than a wagon.

 So, thats how he was able to counter my scales, even when they stuck within him. Once they were in his body, he was able to break their working and move them out.

 It was a terrifyingbination with his obviously healing-focused inscriptions.

 But T had two clear advantages over the bull, when it came to a fight against Terry.

 First, her magical power was limitless, her healing effectively only constrained by what shed been able to consume and store within herself.

 Second, Terry liked her and had never done too much damage at any one time.

 T watched the bull-mans power drain at an insane rate. With no ambient power avable to draw upon, the conflict was a foregone conclusion.

 The bull tried to grapple with Terry or hit him, but it was pointless.

 I have to go, Terry. Please finish him quickly. I dont want him in here oring after me.

 Terry flickered around the man in a storm, showering the ground with bovine blood.

 He trilled in contented, if reluctant, agreement. Hed see it done.

 Thank you, my friend.

 With that, she stepped back through the door and pulled Kit free of the wall once more.

 She knew that, in the sanctum, Terry was finishing off the bull-man in the middle of unbroken, rolling grasnd.

 There was no way that hed escape. Unless Terry ys with him too much.

 Shed just have to trust her avian friend.

 Now, where is Be-thric? She needed to find him. She could imagine no better time to facilitate his death.

 It was time to make her bid for freedom.

 Less than five minutester, T came to the edge of the structured part of the House of Bloods hold and ran out of the buildingplex and into the opennd on the northside of the hold.

 Shed found Be-thric.

 The Pir stood facing a group of nine arcanes.

 One was in armor reminiscent of Sanguis and Be-thrics own, bearing a crest that appeared to be a bubbling, sickly green wave. From her memory, that was from the House of the Acidic Tide.

 Well, she now knew what other House had joined that of the Rising Sun to assault their hold.

 Beside the one Pir was clearly her Eskau, and they were utterly fixed on Be-thric.

 The other seven were a little ways away, apparently on guard against any House of Blood reinforcements, and they all seemed to be mercenaries rather than Pirs, Eskau, or even House soldiers.

 The mercenaries were scattered through the range of rank between yellow and green, except one, who was fully blue to her mage-sight.

 Six warriors between Elder and Honored, and a Revered mercenary, along with a Pir and Eskau who are also Revered? That was quite the strike force.

 But why were there so many mercenaries? T knew that there had to be at least a few other Eskau and Pirs from the two attacking Houses. Where are they?

 The obvious answer came to her instantly. Fighting Sanguis or at least attempting to engage him. Maybe part of the dying forces who were after Meain and Paun.

 After all, while harming the House of Blood was a core objective, it was T and Be-thric who had been responsible for the recent attack on the House of the Rising Sun.

 As for Be-thric, several other arcanes alreadyy broken around his feet, and the hue-man looked winded.

 If T had to guess based on what she saw, there was at least one candidate Eskau among those bodies, having attempted to help bring down a Pir of a rival House to gain favor.

 Be-thric had proven too enduring for that to work, however.

 Mores the pity.

 Unfortunately, T had burst from the buildings directly between the two groups.

 When Be-thric saw her, his eyes brightened, and he smiled triumphantly.

 Well, hes confident.

 As for the others, a womans voice came from within the most ornate set of armor, Good, I was about to send these seven after you within that sprawling hovel you people somehow live within. Youve saved us the trouble and them the time searching. Kill her. Id hate to lower myself to the killing of an Eskau myself, and the time for capture is long past. Let us finish this.

 She hesitated for a moment, then added one addendum.

 Except you, Sandor. You fight with us against the Pir. The girl is not even an Elder, your men will be fine.

 The Revered warrior moved from the others to take up a position beside the Pir and her Eskau.

 The other six mercenaries shouted their acknowledgements and rushed T. Their charge was highlighted by the magics of the three more powerful arcanes unleashing a renewed assault behind them, magics streaking towards Be-thric.

 Alright. Hes going to lose. I just need to survive and make sure no one elsees to his aid. Im d I came, else hed only be facing two.

 -Yeah, kill these and then get out.-

 Yeah, that was implied by survive.

 She was fairly sick of having her scales rendered useless, so she decided to save them for close-quarters surprises. At least they hadnt been utterly useless when used in that way against the bull-man after all.

 T danced among the lesser warriors, bought by Houses of the Rising Sun and Acidic Tide.

 Clearly the best that these two Houses had broughttheir other Eskau and Pirshad been sent after Paun and Meain in one way or another.

 So, theyre probably dead already, or driven off. T did grin at that thought. She genuinely saw the two Eskau of the House of Blood as her teachers, and she knew they were far more lethal than most would realize.

 There were reasons that the House of Blood had remained so powerful, despite most other Houses being biased against them, and two of their best Eskau were a big one.

 The six continued their assault, magical weapons rending the air around her, but she was never where they thought she should be.

 Flow flickered between its six forms too quickly for anyone without enhanced senses to track.

 T kept it in each form less than an eyeblink, timing the changes to allow for more efficient movements, and precisely the required reach.

 A part of her, deep within, reveled in the strain she could feel in the vestiges within their weapons as she cut deeply into those weapons again and again with Flows void-forms.

 Soon you will be free, trapped souls. A little difort and then freedom.

 Flows more mundane forms were perfect for deflecting their attacks into their fellows, or otherwise spoiling the attacks, or blocking when the potential of passing her weapon through theirs would be to her detriment.

 And she used far more than just Flow.

 White scales flicked out when the enemy least expected them.

 Her opponents were far from weak, though they seemed to be on the younger side. They took some damage from the scales, but most of the bits of white metal were obliterated by one form of magic or other.

 They really did do their research on me. After all, each of the attackers had a magical device somewhere on their person that empowered their workings with a nullifying effect when directed at her scales.

 Unfortunately, none of the white projectiles were simply deflected. So, she didnt get to take advantage of their secondary impacts.

 Her feet, hands, elbows, and knees struck her opponents as well, whenever the opportunity presented itself.

 Unfortunately, she wasnt perfectly sessful. How could she be, when she was against six seasonedbatants, used to working together?

 Theynded uncounted blows upon her.

 Many were absorbed or deflected by her defenses, but quite a few got through.

 Those that did, healed slowly due to how they seared or otherwise magically denatured the flesh around the wounds, but blessedly none were debilitating to the point of slowing her down or inhibiting herbat abilities.

 They were good at what they did, and they had been prepared for the general nature of her abilities. But even so, those that faced her were not up to the challenge.

 She broke and bled her enemies, blood from seven sources co-mingling to muddy the ground.

 After every exchange she gained more new wounds than they, but she healed, and they didnt.

 After every exchange, they were just a bit more worn down.

 They fought at a fric pace, the martial equivalent of sprinting. Even so, it was nearly three minutes before her endurance paid off, and they started making mistakes.

 They dropped in quick session after that, and soon, T was left gasping for air over half a dozen corpses.

 She allowed her attention to move back outward.

 Somehow, Be-thric had stood toe to toe with the three attackers arrayed against him.

 More than that, two of the three were dead, the mercenary and the Eskau

 Only a single hue-folk woman, the Pir, stood facing the newest Pir of the House of Blood.

 Be-thric hadnte away cleanly, however.

 His armor was broken and battered, though it was slowly repairing itself.

 One arm hung limp, and his light and fire protections were utterly ovee. T could see the magics for them reaching out, attempting to reestablish those defenses.

 How did he defeat all three? She couldnt understand for a moment, then she saw it. Lingering magics around the heads of the downed warriors.

 He overwhelmed their auras sufficiently to manipte their minds directly. She felt a sh of fear. He shouldnt have been able to pierce their auras at all.

 After all, it wasnt like hed have caught them unaware. They were in the middle of a battlefield!

 They had been arcanes of an equivalent rank, what hed done should have been impossible.

 -It was another front to fight on. A front that he knows well, and they did not. With the proper tactics it makes sense.-

 She shivered. Be-thric was a terror, one that needed to die.

 The Pir of the House of Blood looked exhausted, and both Pirs were running incredibly low on power.

 The ground around Be-thric bubbled and spat with corrosion and acidic power that somehow lingered and continued to assault everything around it.

 Somehow, the Pirs helmet was almost entirely missing, and T could see remnants of it still affixed to his deformed breastte.

 Nevertheless, Be-thric was building magic around himself, eyes locked on his equally bedraggled and harried, final opponent.

 No. No. NO! She felt it in her bones. He was going to win; somehow, beyond all reason, he was going to survive.

 In that moment, she saw a potential Eskau move on the ground on the far side of Be-thric. She seized on that.

 Be-thric, behind you! She also sent a scale whipping for the fish-mans head.

 It struck with a crack that likely killed the enemy on the spot, but Be-thric turned anyways, following the sound and releasing his working on the corpse. After all, why would his Eskau bring his attention to a threat that was so easily dispatched?

 As he enacted his magics, he shouted. Dy her!

 Power mmed down on the mindless candidate Eskaus head, preventing even the inactive, lifeless nerves from firing.

 The ground quaked as spikes of hardened stone shredded the corpse, before res of light and heat seared the remains to ash.

 -Rust! That would have ended this for sure.-

 T didnt know who might be watching; she didnt have time to verify no one was observing them.

 She had to obey the order.

 t had been watching the battle atrge, and so she was able to provide T with an effective n of attack on the Pir. T knew she could ovee her.

 Even so, in battle timing was everything.

 Very deliberately, T hesitated the barest heartbeat before sending herst scales whipping toward the bloodied Pir of the Acidic Tide.

 A pair of siege orbs followed just behind, not targeted directly for the woman.

 The enemy Pirs stark white hair whipped in a tangle around her as she acted.

 In that brief moments dy, the Pir managed to thrust her hand towards Be-thric, and a needle of power, so overwhelming that it briefly blinded Ts mage-sight,nced across the distance.

 It struck a breach in the armor of the newest Pir of the House of Blood.

 The woman didnt even twitch as her defensive magics concentrated to vaporize Ts scales as they were iing. Just as t had observed them doing each time the woman had defended against various attacks before.

 The orbs mmed into the ground on either side of the Pir, and T immediately changed herbels for them, breaking theirpression and detonating them on either side of thisst enemy.

 The ancient muck-green woman didnt have a chance to scream as her weakened body and broken armor were crushed between two tremendous explosions.

 The woman would never have fallen for such a simple misdirect if shed been fresh.

 If she hadnt been worn down by Be-thric, the Pir would have been hurt, but not outright killed, by the sts.

 But she hadnt been fresh, and her defenses had been worn down.

 Ts gambit had seeded.

 Shed done it.

 T pulled herself back together somewhat literally. Her body was broken and bloodied, but theyd won.

 Shed won.

 Be-thric knelt on the ground taking deep, ragged breaths. His body was filled with corrosive power that was slowly winning against his fortitude and oveing all of his magics.

 Even the inside of his protian wrought armor was bubbling and distorting from the simple proximity to the powerful magics of destruction.

 It was radiating so overwhelmingly from him that everything around him was being broken down before Ts very eyes.

 She frowned. Hes losing but too slowly. If someonees who can help, hell survive. Even if someone elsees and can go get help, they can likely save him, and my standing around while he dies will be incredibly suspicious.

 T straightened her back, squaring her shoulders.

 This is my best chance. Laying right beyond him is the protian weapon of a candidate Eskau, likely more than one. If he survives, his armor is done, and he will depart.

 She hadnt wanted to be so directly involved, but there would be no better time.

 There would be no other time.

 Shed thought the womans final attack would kill him quickly, thats why she finished off the rusting enemy Pir.

 Shed been wrong.

 Well, I have to clean up my own messes, it seems.

 She had made her choice, she would seize her freedom or die trying.

 It was time to finish this.

 * * *

 Be-thric looked up at Tali, his breathing in great gasps.

 Well done. He coughed, forcing his mind to focus. I dont have the strength to call for aid. Go for help. Theres still plenty of time.

 She walked forward, her features warped with conflicting emotions.

 Ill be fine,he coughed up a wad of blood and spit it to the side. His protian weapons were reinforcing him, battling the corrosive magics even as they tried to heal him.if you go now.

 He could feel lethal intent from nearby, but that was to be expected. The entire hold was dripping with lethal intent, and some of the lessers that hed killed might still have some life, some hate, left in them.

 They would be dead soon enough either way.

 But Tali didnt go. Instead, she moved towards him, uncertainly, as he knelt on the ground.

 More the fool, me. I enforced within her the need to stay by my side if I am in danger. He let out a rueful, hacking cough. Am I to die because I didnt give my puppet enough nuance?

 He might survive, but he didnt think it likely.

 At leastcoughAt least call for help, my Eskau.

 She slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath.

 He saw power building within her through the breaches in her iron paint beneath her armor. She must have taken heavy damage for thatyer to be so riddled with perforations.

 He frowned. The power he saw building wasnt amplification magics, nor anything else that would help her call for aid. If hed had his wits more about him hed have immediately known she didnt have such workings regardless.

 What is she doing? He opened his mouth to ask just that when she exhaled in a tight stream, dumping dissolution power over him.

 Time seemed to slow as Be-thric realized the truth of his own fate.

 Tali would never do this. There is no power on Zeme that could make her harm me. I ensured that.

 His eyes widened at a cial pace even as they began to melt away, the magnitude of his folly bing clear. His mastery of the mind gave him far more time to process that realization than he had any right to.

 SoTali is gone, and that human somehow recovered herself. But how? That makes no sense? I utterly wiped her mind awayexcept, I had to leave her understanding of her own inscriptions. Did she somehow rebuild herself from that fragment? How?

 The power mmed into him, close enough to the working already embedded into his flesh that they worked together.

 The bnce was instantly tipped, and his death rushed at him like a falling star even with his perception slowed.

 Hisst word was simply a garbled, Oh.

 He knew hed never take another breath.

 He briefly contemted simply slipping off into the next world and leaving her to whatever fate the House of Blood chose for a traitorous Eskau.

 No. This rusting dog bit me.

 With hisst vestiges of willpower, he triggered her cor.

 Be-thric, Pir andst Scion of the House of Blood, would pass from Zeme into the next world to the sweet apaniment of the agonized screams of his greatest failure.

 That would remove some of the shame of his failure, surely.

 Even so, something still wasnt right, and hisst thought was one of confusion.

 Why isnt she screaming, yet?

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Chapter 253: Acidic Tide