Chapter 10
Arialdo spit out a ball glob of blood and phlegm, coughing as he tried to ignore the agony coursing through his body to look at his surroundings. Just a couple minutes ago he had been joking and talking around with his pals, the discussion in question having settled on the "assets" of a captured witch. The next moment one of them, Rodrig, had spotted a single figure coming closer to Corno, barreling straight out of the woods. It had pointed a staff at them and then said something.
Each of them had heard it clearly, despite the distance between them. His ears had bleed in refusal to understand those horrible, horrible words. And all around him his comrades, friends he knew for almost his entire life, people he had joked and fought with, had drunk and celebrated with, they began to change.
Charles had horns sprout from his head, all the while he had been scratching his own eyes out, his screams turning into maddened bleating. Amon's had begun to grow additional hands as his entire body began to twist and bleed out of every pore. And the rest… oh mercy full Myrmidia!
Arialdo couldn't keep the bile back in his throat and vomited, not caring how his damaged throat screamed in protest. It had only been sheer luck that had allowed him to escape this terrible fate. In the midst of it he had been pushed down the wall by Rodrig's lungs, which had begun to push themselves out of his back like a horrid sort of wings.
There, there had been dwarfs up with them, with him. They hadn't talked much with them before, but they had been unaffected by whatever terrible curse that had befallen them. As he fell he could see how the small mercenaries had thrown themselves between them, bellowing war cries into their forceful tongue, their great axes cutting through his former friends and comrades like wheat. Then he hit the ground and everything went black.
He couldn't have been unconscious for too long, the sounds of fighting were still going strong above him, together with the unmistakable noise of dwarfen guns being fired at something in the distance. Considering the almost ear shattering roars that were heard in response to the gun fire, that something didn't seem to appreciate it.
Grunting in pain, the guardsman slowly pushed himself, taking a nearby stick as aid.
What was going on? Was it that cult that had tried to murder the prince? Were it the beastmen the witch had warned them from? But no. That couldn´t be. Beastmen, they couldn't, they couldn't do this. All they were capable of was ambushing some isolated travellers and trades! In none of the encounters the men of Corno had with them nor in any of the stories he had heard about hinted that they could do this!
He managed to slurf a paltry dozen feet from the wall before the world screamed once more, the sky and the night itself turning into a perverse green. A monstrous noise, the kind of which he had never heard before, hit him just moments before something akin to the hand of a giant picked him up and tossed him into the air, throwing him far into the town itself.
When he came up on the ground, it was accompanied by a sickening crunch, but strangely little pain. Arialdo had landed not too far away from the main market around which all of Corno was centered. He could even see the prince from here, him together with a thick pack of guards and the heavily armored dwarfs.
The Prince could even see him? But why was he making such a fa-?
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Emanuello felt a sickness crawl up in him as he shot the abomination before him in the head. It wore what was roughly still recognizable as the green and brown of Corno's soldiery, or at least what little pieces of it remained on its body. It´s face had morphed into a perversion of the human grimace, spouting half a dozen barely formed mouths with arrays of teeth that ranged from just formed baby teeth to wolf-like fangs. And that was nothing to say of the rest of its body.
But even it couldn't compare to the horror that had spread itself out from what once had been Corno's walls.
Hundreds upon hundreds of ungors, armed with spears, clubs and axes, stormed over the rubble, butchering what little centers of guards and otherwise resistance stood in their way. Behind them, on piles of rubble and half collapsed buildings, came gors, shooting their crude and small bows at the fleeing and screaming citizenry, in which packs of minotaurs threw themselves into, swinging great black axes in a blender of carnage and death. Worst of all, behind them stood two immense creatures, spouting four arms each that were showing maws where there should be none.
One of them picked up a screaming man from a still standing piece of wall before lifting him above his mouth, squeezing the blood and organs out of him like one might squeeze out a grape, before throwing the mangled corpse into its mouth.
The second didn't seem to mind cannibalizing its allies either, falling on its knees to shovel screaming and protesting gors into its mouth before grabbing a half molten piece of wall to throw randomly into the city, surely bringing death and ruin to all in its path.
For just a moment Emanuello froze, his mind refusing to accept the sight before him. For just a moment this all seemed like the fabrication of a bad dream, a nightmare. Then the realisation of cold reality and the training of Tobaro's military academy his father had forced him to attend in his wisdom set in. and the Merchant Prince sprung into action.
"TO ME! ALL ARMED MEN AND WOMEN TO ME!" His voice, surprisingly free of stammers and trembles, hit the guards around him who were similarly in shock as he had been. With a curse he drew his sword and discarded the empty pistol with which he had gunned down what once might have been one of his men. "We need to seal off the breach in the wall or we all are lost!" He smacked a still frozen guard lieutenant over his head with the flat side of his blade, beating him out of his stupor. "MOVE, DAMN YOU!"
He looked for Goric and the other dwarfs, but they had already begun to move before he had even started to speak. Bellowing out something in Khazalid, Thunderpeak had called the nearby longbeards into a charge, smashing into the beastmen that had been butchering people nearest to them, Goric's mangled hammer bringing down a minotaur in a single blow, the runes on the hammer blazing like a comet striking the earth.
However many he slew, more beastmen came. Smaller creatures, brays he vaguely remembered they were called, only these things were ungainly mutants that could have been anything beforehand, loped over the rubble around their 'allies.' Many were cut down by the dwarfs, some were slain by the ungors, but they charged into battle like madmen. Many were going towards his party.
"FORM UP!" Emanuello shouted, his personal guards jolting as their training went into effect. Pikes went up, the men scrambling to form a rough square in the center of Corno. A basic if undersized pike wall, something that did well on the plains between mercenaries armies, now would serve to make those monsters pay for every inch of ground.
A pack of misshapen creatures reached them, only to impale themselves on the pikes; deep wounds tore into their grotesque flesh, inflicting lethal injuries that somehow didn't stop them. The screeching things kept reaching for his men, one with hateful eyes pounding on the haft in a vain attempt to get Emanuello in particular. Even after he lopped its head off that expression of raw hatred stayed.
"Hold fast!" Emanuello shouted, adding a small amount of confidence that rallied the men. A handful of surviving town guards ceased running to join his party, injured or not they helped fend off beastmen. Men and women fled around them, chased by monsters until the creatures saw the obvious challenge, heading for the dubious shelter of the church. One man fell from an arrow to the throat, another was taken down by a rat shaped thing before the others could slay it.
Meanwhile the dwarfs were doing better than his group, though that wasn't saying much. The hardy little men hacked and crushed anything that dared to attack them, meeting no end of monsters willing to test their mettle. Goric smashed a gor in time for one of his dwarfs to fall to a vicious rat that could have been a skaven, if not for the rows of horns and extra arm it sported. It paid with its life, but every dwarf that fell was one more crack in a very necessary defensive block.
Emanuello hacked up an ungor, then a bray, then helped brace his men when a gor slammed into the pikes. The polearm creaked dangerously, then with a whip crack of shattered wood the pike snapped, allowing the roaring gor to get ever closer. A yell had Emanuello plunge his sword into its throat, cutting off that ear splitting noise but nearly wrenching the weapon from his grasp. Thick bands of muscles protected it from his strike, its own mindless rage allowing it to ignore its lifeblood gushing out; his eyes went wide at it grabbing his arm, fortunately slacking a second later as it perished.
From the corner of his eyes he could see a group of minotaurs, together with maybe a dozen gors and ungors excited a partially destroyed building to their flanks, the remains of the inhabitants of said building smeared over their blades, before charging to fall into the unprotected rear of their very shaky lines. A lone man attempted to kill one with a rusty sword, and only added to their count.
For a moment it looked like catastrophe would engulf their desperate defence, before a tirade of "Khazukan Kazakit-HA!" was heard, followed by a phalanx of half a hundred dwarfs storming out of the market, wildly swinging their axes and hammers, crashing in the rear of the beastmen who had tried to assault them from behind.
Simultaneously heavily armored small forms appeared on various rooftops around the destroyed wall, furiously firing down bullets and crossbow bolts on the invaders, both reaping a bloody toll on anything they hit.
Emanuello felt relief flare up in him. The dawi mercenaries had arrived in full! And they hadn't come alone as, though clearly out of order and many lacking crucial equipment such as helmets or armor, came the guards and soldiers who had been manning the other parts of the city or had simply been with their families at the time the attack happened, now coming to reinforce their lines at this crucial moment.
For a moment, the tide turned. The beastmen's frenzy washed against Corno's defenders, like an ocean of madness and hate, but they held. Their pikes impaled and gutted those that rushed against their defences, the axes and hammers of the dwarfs smashed those that came to close, the dawi thunderers and Corno's crossbowmen thinned out the gors that dared to try and shot them with their crude bows.
The creatures died in droves. Bodies piled high where they fell, some beastmen falling to tear into their slain comrades before they too died, choking on meat and their own blood. Brays were thinning out, ungors came in fewer numbers, gors dropped in spite of some attempting to flee for their miserable lives. Emanuello held out hope they could persevere.
But a second later those hopes were dashed; a terrible roar announced the arrival of a pack of gigantic beasts, twice the height of an ogre and somehow even more grotesque than the monsters that had assailed them thus far. These giant creatures were similar to the other deforned monsters, three armed and sporting various mutations, eyes where they didn't belong, an extra mouth or two, and tree trunks for clubs. There were only four or five of them, but each one could single-handedly pose a threat to the entire town.
Emanuello still had the dwarfs, who didn't shake in place like the human defenders. Every dwarf with a ranged weapon smoothly switched their aim, some already taking shots at their eyes. Whatever could slow the rampaging monsters.
A bolt of green light sprung from the darkness, striking another group of guards a few dozen paces away. Before his eyes he saw something out of a nightmare: the men screamed, dropping weapons to clutch themselves, writhing as their flesh rippled. Clothes were shredded by freshly sprouted claws or by their bubbling skin, forming fur or great bulging muscles. He had to take a step back into one of his equally horrified men at the sight of them, hearing their cries turn deeper, more bestial; faces elongated into snouts, pain changing into brainless rage, the former guards turning towards his men with the same agression as the rest of the beastmen.
"What in Myrmidia's name is that!?" One of his men screamed.
Emanuello drew upon strength he didn't have to shout, "Hold fast!" It was a wonder he didn't squeak the order.
Arrows and bullets tore into the former guards, putting them out of their misery. The Dawi had reacted to the unspeakable attack as they had everything else, cutting them down in a flurry of shots. Even as the former men died the rest of the beastmen horde seemed invigorated, their diminishing numbers now being compensated by a renewed fury.
As the gorgons bore down on Emanuello a tall figure emerged from the darkness, what had to be a shaman. It was almost normal compared to the rest of the creatures, wielding a staff as green light grew in its hand.
"Tremble in fear meat! Ghurleth is your reckoning!" It shouted in a loud deep voice that had just a slight twist to it, an unnaturalness that birthed in him the desire to crawl into a ball and hide in the deepest, darkest corner, away from that thing.
And the merchant prince wasn't the only one. All around him, Men, who until just now had been fighting savagely to protect their families and homes, began to shake, the formation began to lose cohesion and Emanuello knew that if something wasn't done right now to keep their morale up, all would be lost.
"Men of Corno, hold fast! Do not falter to the terrors of the night!" How Emanuello's voice didn't crack he didn't know. "We are all that stands between these hellspawn and your families! Your home! If you give into the fear, all you hold dear will be lost! Your children will become nothing but food and sacrificial lambs for these monsters, our women will become nothing more than broodmares!" He saw how his words began to reach some of the men, who were until a moment ago looking ready to bolt. That primal fear that had filled them began to be replaced with a shaky courage born out of sheer desperation.
That little flame of courage is something he had to seize upon, if Corno was to be saved!
"Look at them!" He pointed his blade towards the men who were screaming and being twisted before their very eyes. "The enemy doesn't just seek to destroy our homes, to rape our women, to sacrifice our children, they seek to pervert, to corrupt our very souls!" His voice cracked as he screamed the last part, horror at the sheer image creeping into his head.
"These beasts are an abonomination who seek to drag our very souls into the abyss they crawled out from! They are an abhorrence in the face of our lady Myrmidia! She who stood steadfast against the endless onslaught of countless horrors and foes! SHE WHO THEY COULD NOT BEST IN BATTLE; SO THEY KILLED HER THE COWARDS WAY!" He spit out at the memory, an ancestral hatred that burned deep in the heart of every Tilean, one that began to shine in the eyes of the hundreds that stood terrified around him. "WILL WE SHAME HER; HER MEMORY? WILL WE FALL AND BREAK LIKE RATS BEFORE THE FOE?! LIKE THOSE SHE DESPISED TO HER DYING MOMENT!? LIKE THOSE SHE SHIELDS US FROM EVEN NOW?!"
He didn't need to answer that question. The men and women around him did it. As one they screamed out, not any single discernible word, but as a united expression of defiance. Soldiers, guards and militia who had been in the process of throwing their weapons away and to run from the fight, almost certainly dooming them all, picked up again their pikes, their maces and swords and threw themselves into the fray with renewed fervor burning in their faces.
Gors and ungors who until just had been hacking and slashing at the backs of fleeing men, themselves breaking their crude excuse of a formation for the pursuit were instead met again with cold steel, wet with blood. For a moment it seemed like the battle would return to the grinding stalemate of before, until suddenly Goric, his hammer smeared with the brains of a minotaur, bellowed out a single command. As one the rows of dawi not directly fighting the beastmen pulled something out of the bags they were carrying, lit it on fire and tossed it into masses that assailed them. For a moment nothing happened until suddenly the world was raptured again, not by a single explosion, but multiple dozen smaller ones, fire and shrapnel immolating much of the foe.
More screams overwhelmed Emanuello, these ones lightening his spirit. For they were screams of pain, of unholy monsters suffering and dying in agony. Those very cries spooked the gorgons, halting their charge towards his meager pike square. One however clubbed its comrades over the head, then ignored bullets tearing into its hide. He balked at seeing it heft a chunk of rubble the size of a horse, roaring as it tossed the improvised weapon.
The wet crunches of several remaining guards getting crushed took away his buoyed resolve, and that of his remaining men. In exchange the dumb brutes seemed delighted at the idea, another hefting a man sized stone to whip it at his group; Emanuello stumbled away at the rock landing right beside him, a sharp crunch splattering him with iron tasting gore. The impact felt like a small quake, throwing off his balance so he staggered just outside of his protective block.
As he regained his footing a fresh bolt from the shaman tore into the dwarfs, adding a hellish shout he never heard from the short folk before, giving him a glimpse of several Dawi writhing into a green goop. That awful sight shocked him, long enough for one gorgon to roar with a rumbling laughter, charging up and ignoring the several pikes piercing its flesh.
Emanuello had just brought his sword up when the giant monster swiped him off his feet, yanking him boldly into the air. He thrashed against its stony grip, gasping at the air being forced from his lungs as he was shaken like a child's doll.
Just below was the gorgon's mutated snout, lips curled back to reveal a mouthful of tangled teeth, growing haphazardly in every shape imaginable, and some that didn't; it was grinning, that terrible beast was grinning. Arrows stuck into its hide, disregarded in favor of it bringing him closer to its slavering maw, letting the stomach churning stench of its breath waft over him. A quick glimpse of his death, bringing him to its mouth-
There was a flash of gleaming light, like a glint of steel, and the grip suddenly tightened to unbearable levels. Just a second later it unexpectedly relaxed, Emanuello slipping to plummet to the ground with an undignified cry. He impacted a second after a heavy weight smacked with a wet crunch, adding a fresh splatter of sickly red gore to his filthy jacket. Scrambling and ignoring the pain in his legs, he slowly processed that the gorgon wavered, dropping in a massive heap. The ground shook, bouncing him as the headless monster went still. Something had hit it and burst its skull like an overripe fruit.
He could do nothing but stare as all around him silver rained down, striking groups of beastmen and individual monsters like cannonballs, the sheer force and speed behind them splattering dozens of gors and ungors at once. To his side he could see a single sword flashed down, bisecting the other Gorgon from shoulder to groin, just as it had reached to slam one of its monstrous limbs into the broken dwarf phalanx. The rest had no more roared in confusion before they too were cut down, their threat ended in the blink of an eye,
Numbly blinking, what little sense Emanuello had left made him look up.
Descending from the evening sky was a sight like nothing he ever witnessed before. A gleaming silvery being floated in the air, clad in brightly shining armor that reflected all light that it caught, shaped as a feathered dress with huge silver wings, still although the being was flying. A flash of fluttering red grabbed his eye, discovering a mane of scarlet hair that was perhaps the most beautiful he ever saw.
It landed a dozen paces from him, turning to say in that familiar voice, "Are you alright?"
It, she, was Erza Scarlet, as difficult as that was for him to grasp. That witch who nearly killed him was almost unrecognizable, stern faced and tall with that gleaming armor, a sword in each hand and in defiance of reason had several more floating beside her metal wings. What he saw was just about what he imagined Myrmidia herself to appear as; the only flaw in the image was a somewhat undersized metal top.
Their meeting was interrupted by a roar so potent in fury that it shook Emanuello even besides this shining figure. Not too far away from them he saw Goric, charging through the routing beastmen, every single blow of his hammer killing one beastman, pulping throats and crushing limbs as he charged at the damned shaman, his voice loudly demanding vengeance.
Said shaman simply pointed its hideous staff at the dwarf elder, summoning a corona of green lightning before firing it at the throng leader, the beam being so bright that he had been forced to avert his eyes for a moment.
When he returned them he fully expected and dreaded to see the charred remains of his friend, only to see the witch there, standing protectively before him a barrier of blue light surrounding both her and the dwarf. It was hard to say who was more surprised, the dawi or the beastman.
Gone were her wings, replaced by what he could best describe as a priestly attire, white robes and aquamarine spiked armor dotting her body with elegant, dare he saw masterful craftsmanship, a long staff lance bristling with power in her hands and her brilliant scarlet hair knotted together into a ponytail. What stayed the same was her stern look, that of a warrior.
Before the shaman could react, she pointed her lance at him in an almost bored motion and once again the world exploded, just into white and blue instead of corrupting green.
AN:
So, here´s the new chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it .
Like always, your reviews, opinions and potential criticism of this story are higly appreciated and I´d be happy to answer them as far as possible. Also since I already know the question is coming, erza took so long because she thought they had the situation under control and didn´t want to break the chains that held her. That was until she heard the screams. Erza is a bit desensitized as to the danger of explosions, given that she lives in fairy tail.