Chapter 253: Acidic Tide
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Chapter 253: Acidic Tide
Tala jogged through the rather beaten down complex.
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 Pallaun had parted ways nearly a quarter hour ago, and she felt like she could sense Be-thrics power nearby.
She occasionally 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 Tala thought it more likely that hed ignore the Pillar 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 relatively 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 plan 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.
Tala 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 moment later, 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.
He laughed, 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?
Welcome 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 the large mans height.
Tala cleared her throat. Please dont play 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 similar to how Terry had fought Tala, herself, and Tala 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 overcome what seemed to be a nearly eight fold weight disadvantage.
His magic did make Terrys claws 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 terrifying combination with his obviously healing-focused inscriptions.
But Tala 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.
Tala watched the bull-mans power drain at an insane rate. With no ambient power available 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 or coming 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 grassland.
There was no way that hed escape. Unless Terry plays 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 minutes later, Tala came to the edge of the structured part of the House of Bloods hold and ran out of the building complex and into the open land on the northside of the hold.
Shed found Be-thric.
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. Delay her!
Power slammed 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 flares of light and heat seared the remains to ash.
-Rust! That would have ended this for sure.-
Tala didnt know who might be watching; she didnt have time to verify no one was observing them.
She had to obey the order.
Alat had been watching the battle at large, and so she was able to provide Tala with an effective plan of attack on the Pillar. Tala knew she could overcome her.
Even so, in battle timing was everything.
Very deliberately, Tala hesitated the barest heartbeat before sending her last scales whipping toward the bloodied Pillar of the Acidic Tide.
A pair of siege orbs followed just behind, not targeted directly for the woman.
The enemy Pillars stark white hair whipped in a tangle around her as she acted.
In that brief moments delay, the Pillar managed to thrust her hand towards Be-thric, and a needle of power, so overwhelming that it briefly blinded Talas mage-sight, lanced across the distance.
It struck a breach in the armor of the newest Pillar of the House of Blood.
The woman didnt even twitch as her defensive magics concentrated to vaporize Talas scales as they were incoming. Just as Alat had observed them doing each time the woman had defended against various attacks before.
The orbs slammed into the ground on either side of the Pillar, and Tala immediately changed her labels for them, breaking their compression and detonating them on either side of this last 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 Pillar would have been hurt, but not outright killed, by the blasts.
But she hadnt been fresh, and her defenses had been worn down.
Talas gambit had succeeded.
Shed done it.
Tala 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 overcoming 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 Talas very eyes.
She frowned. Hes losing but too slowly. If someone comes who can help, hell survive. Even if someone else comes and can go get help, they can likely save him, and my standing around while he dies will be incredibly suspicious.
Tala 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 Pillar.
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 breath coming 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 that layer 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 glacial pace even as they began to melt away, the magnitude of his folly becoming 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 slammed into him, close enough to the working already embedded into his flesh that they worked together.
The balance was instantly tipped, and his death rushed at him like a falling star even with his perception slowed.
His last word was simply a garbled, Oh.
He knew hed never take another breath.
He briefly contemplated 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 his last vestiges of willpower, he triggered her collar.
Be-thric, Pillar and last Scion of the House of Blood, would pass from Zeme into the next world to the sweet accompaniment 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 his last thought was one of confusion.
Why isnt she screaming, yet?
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Chapter 253: Acidic Tide
Tala jogged through the rather beaten down complex.
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 Pallaun had parted ways nearly a quarter hour ago, and she felt like she could sense Be-thrics power nearby.
She occasionally 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 Tala thought it more likely that hed ignore the Pillar 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 relatively 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 plan 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.
Tala 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 moment later, 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.
He laughed, 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?
Welcome 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 the large mans height.
Tala cleared her throat. Please dont play 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 similar to how Terry had fought Tala, herself, and Tala 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 overcome what seemed to be a nearly eight fold weight disadvantage.
His magic did make Terrys claws 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 terrifying combination with his obviously healing-focused inscriptions.
But Tala 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.
Tala watched the bull-mans power drain at an insane rate. With no ambient power available 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 or coming 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 grassland.
There was no way that hed escape. Unless Terry plays 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 minutes later, Tala came to the edge of the structured part of the House of Bloods hold and ran out of the building complex and into the open land on the northside of the hold.
Shed found Be-thric.
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. Delay her!
Power slammed 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 flares of light and heat seared the remains to ash.
-Rust! That would have ended this for sure.-
Tala didnt know who might be watching; she didnt have time to verify no one was observing them.
She had to obey the order.
Alat had been watching the battle at large, and so she was able to provide Tala with an effective plan of attack on the Pillar. Tala knew she could overcome her.
Even so, in battle timing was everything.
Very deliberately, Tala hesitated the barest heartbeat before sending her last scales whipping toward the bloodied Pillar of the Acidic Tide.
A pair of siege orbs followed just behind, not targeted directly for the woman.
The enemy Pillars stark white hair whipped in a tangle around her as she acted.
In that brief moments delay, the Pillar managed to thrust her hand towards Be-thric, and a needle of power, so overwhelming that it briefly blinded Talas mage-sight, lanced across the distance.
It struck a breach in the armor of the newest Pillar of the House of Blood.
The woman didnt even twitch as her defensive magics concentrated to vaporize Talas scales as they were incoming. Just as Alat had observed them doing each time the woman had defended against various attacks before.
The orbs slammed into the ground on either side of the Pillar, and Tala immediately changed her labels for them, breaking their compression and detonating them on either side of this last 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 Pillar would have been hurt, but not outright killed, by the blasts.
But she hadnt been fresh, and her defenses had been worn down.
Talas gambit had succeeded.
Shed done it.
Tala 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 overcoming 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 Talas very eyes.
She frowned. Hes losing but too slowly. If someone comes who can help, hell survive. Even if someone else comes and can go get help, they can likely save him, and my standing around while he dies will be incredibly suspicious.
Tala 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 Pillar.
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 breath coming 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 that layer 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 glacial pace even as they began to melt away, the magnitude of his folly becoming 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 slammed into him, close enough to the working already embedded into his flesh that they worked together.
The balance was instantly tipped, and his death rushed at him like a falling star even with his perception slowed.
His last word was simply a garbled, Oh.
He knew hed never take another breath.
He briefly contemplated 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 his last vestiges of willpower, he triggered her collar.
Be-thric, Pillar and last Scion of the House of Blood, would pass from Zeme into the next world to the sweet accompaniment 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 his last thought was one of confusion.
Why isnt she screaming, yet?
Chapter 253: Acidic TideTala jogged through the rather beaten down complex.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 Pallaun had parted ways nearly a quarter hour ago, and she felt like she could sense Be-thrics power nearby.She occasionally 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 Tala thought it more likely that hed ignore the Pillar and simply dispatch her.That would be just the perfect way to dieSo, 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 relatively 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 plan 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.Tala 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 moment later, 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.He laughed, 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?Welcome 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 the large mans height.Tala cleared her throat. Please dont play 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 similar to how Terry had fought Tala, herself, and Tala 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 overcome what seemed to be a nearly eight fold weight disadvantage.His magic did make Terrys claws 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 terrifying combination with his obviously healing-focused inscriptions.But Tala 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.Tala watched the bull-mans power drain at an insane rate. With no ambient power available 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 or coming 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 grassland.There was no way that hed escape. Unless Terry plays 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 minutes later, Tala came to the edge of the structured part of the House of Bloods hold and ran out of the building complex and into the open land on the northside of the hold.Shed found Be-thric.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. Delay her!Power slammed 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 flares of light and heat seared the remains to ash.-Rust! That would have ended this for sure.-Tala didnt know who might be watching; she didnt have time to verify no one was observing them.She had to obey the order.Alat had been watching the battle at large, and so she was able to provide Tala with an effective plan of attack on the Pillar. Tala knew she could overcome her.Even so, in battle timing was everything.Very deliberately, Tala hesitated the barest heartbeat before sending her last scales whipping toward the bloodied Pillar of the Acidic Tide.A pair of siege orbs followed just behind, not targeted directly for the woman.The enemy Pillars stark white hair whipped in a tangle around her as she acted.In that brief moments delay, the Pillar managed to thrust her hand towards Be-thric, and a needle of power, so overwhelming that it briefly blinded Talas mage-sight, lanced across the distance.It struck a breach in the armor of the newest Pillar of the House of Blood.The woman didnt even twitch as her defensive magics concentrated to vaporize Talas scales as they were incoming. Just as Alat had observed them doing each time the woman had defended against various attacks before.The orbs slammed into the ground on either side of the Pillar, and Tala immediately changed her labels for them, breaking their compression and detonating them on either side of this last 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 Pillar would have been hurt, but not outright killed, by the blasts.But she hadnt been fresh, and her defenses had been worn down.Talas gambit had succeeded.Shed done it.Tala 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 overcoming 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 Talas very eyes.She frowned. Hes losing but too slowly. If someone comes who can help, hell survive. Even if someone else comes and can go get help, they can likely save him, and my standing around while he dies will be incredibly suspicious.Tala 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 Pillar.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 breath coming 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 that layer 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 glacial pace even as they began to melt away, the magnitude of his folly becoming 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 slammed into him, close enough to the working already embedded into his flesh that they worked together.The balance was instantly tipped, and his death rushed at him like a falling star even with his perception slowed.His last word was simply a garbled, Oh.He knew hed never take another breath.He briefly contemplated 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 his last vestiges of willpower, he triggered her collar.Be-thric, Pillar and last Scion of the House of Blood, would pass from Zeme into the next world to the sweet accompaniment 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 his last thought was one of confusion.Why isnt she screaming, yet?
