ULTRAMagic Eon 1 - Chapter 27
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With everything calming down as Will trained with Mads and Dunja, and Blood-Wraith prepared for his duel, Ludwig found himself with some spare time. Rostislav and Yale were off with Razor and Mizuki in The Unending Forest, so Ludwig was alone with his thoughts. Truthfully he was a bit bored given the lull in activity. As he sat there in the Future Squad quarters watching a storm chaser documentary on the television, a strange thought occurred to him. It was like a hazy, distant memory slowly returning to his mind that he could not ignore. Eventually his curiosity grew so much that he felt the need to go check on Weaver.
The blacksmith was not in his workshop, causing Ludwig to wonder if he was back in his shop in Shadowland at the moment. And then it finally occurred to him, if still a bit foggy. Ludwig knew exactly where to go and left the guild hall. Flying to the Storm Plateau, Ludwig spotted Weaver on a hill top, banging away at something. He would hold up his hammer for a bolt of lighting to strike it and return to banging away. Ludwig thought Weaver was mad for trifling with his past self until he remembered what was being worked on.
“Testing your luck, aye Weaver?” Ludwig called out as he touched down, followed by a crack of thunder that slightly startled him. It was odd as he should not have been phased by that.
“Hey, Ludwig!” He took off his goggles for a second and set down his humming hammer. “Oh, are you sure you want to be here right now?” Weaver was indicating the thunderstorm for obvious reasons.
Ludwig glanced over to his past self and shook his head. “I mean, I’m standing right here, aren’t I? Obviously I’m not affecting the future in any way that’d harm our timelines.”
“Alright, I guess,” Weaver replied with a shrug. “You’d know best. Also jeez, look at what you and the Colossus did to the plateau…”
Looking down into the valley below, Ludwig winced at the destruction. The scorch marks and upturned Earth made all of it look like a ravaged warzone. It was certainly a far cry from the peaceful place it once was. “I feel so bad for Leif, as it was one of his favorite places…”
“Aw, well…” Weaver was not sure what to say as a cold gust hit him, chilling him. “Um, hey, do you have any idea where The Colossus went? Deimos has been trying to track him down as Blood wants to see him again.”
“Nein. Prior to The Tyrant War he was fairly elusive…”
Weaver snickered and kicked a rock out of his way. “Really? Someone that big?”
Ludwig chuckled to himself at the absurdity. “So, whose sword are you working on?”
There was a moment of awkward silence as Weaver looked away uneasy, and the storm’s incessant rumbling was not helping. “That’s um… that’s private information…”
“Weaver, I know whose sword you're working on…”
“Then why’d you ask!? Shit, I’m already worried enough as is!” This was followed by a low rumble that shook the hill.
Ludwig stepped over and ran his fingers along the dark blade, the metal’s surface having swirled in odd patterns. It radiated a strange power that still needed to be tamed. “You can sense impending danger, can’t you?”
“Good lord… whenever there’s an Unlight tremor, I see it coming before it hits. I pick up on storms when they’re still miles out. I can’t sleep if it’s pouring! My inner beast is screaming ‘danger danger!’ at me, but I can’t stop now. I’d be a terrible blacksmith if I dropped the order!” With perfect timing a loud thunder crack went off as he finished speaking. “Morrigan’s boyfriend, some ‘Gore Bloodblade’ creep, is giving me the heebeegeebee’s!”
“Yet you keep going?”
“Yes, because they’re playing handsomely! I’ll be loaded after this!” Weaver paused, as a thought had occurred to him. “Wait a second… you know, don’t you? Yeah, why else would you be here right now?”
“Weaver, I came here to make sure you were okay…”
“Spill it, now.” Weaver waited, but Ludwig said nothing as the wind whistled past. His anger and frustration over the uncertainty mounted within him like a machine about to break. “Okay, fine! I’ll just scrap this whole thing and tell Morrigan to piss off!!”
“NEIN!!” Ludwig roared with a crack of thunder, but it was unclear which Ludwig it came from. “Finish. That. Blade.”
Weaver was a bit scared, but composed himself. “You expect me to profit off of something that could put the Unlight and the guild in danger?” His expression was serious with a hint of grave worry.
A defeated sigh came from Ludwig with a look that screamed how conflicted he was. “It’s more complicated than that…”
Seeing Ludwig look like he was about to cry was incredibly disconcerting to Weaver. “Whoa, hey… um here, I’ll-I’ll get back to working…” he said as he fumbled for his hammer.
“I wish I could tell you, Weaver…” Ludwig choked out. “I could prevent so much catastrophe if I said what the problem was… but I can’t…”
Weaver set down his tools and went over to give Ludwig a comforting hug. “Hey, easy now. Obviously everything turned out alright, right?”
“As a captain of the PMRDO, it is my duty to keep everyone safe,” he said as he broke away. “The pain of inaction I feel, yet all of this was meant to happen… Do we truly have free will? The Unlight removes our shackles only to put us in a different set of shackles…”
“Gabriella has said a lot about free will,” Weaver recalled. “We etch our will into the stone, but it’s so grand that we lose sight of our ambitions and think we’re slaves to a greater power. It’s mind boggling to think about.”
Ludwig let that thought linger and chuckled. “I wonder what whoever put the stone in place has to say about that. Such fantasies are truly beyond the scope of anything we could possibly comprehend. We’re just the atoms of the grains of sand on an infinite beach in comparison.”
Weaver nodded as he readied his tools again. “Blood goes on about how ignorance is the worst, but is it at the end of the day? You know what I mean?”
With a concessionary nod, Ludwig glanced towards his younger self, then looked at the hammer. “Need any help?”
“Yeah, just one last good bolt will do…”
“Alright, brace yourself,” Ludwig said with a laugh. He then faced the storm, took a breath, and cleared his throat. “LUDWIG, DEINE MUTTER WAR EIN HAMSTER UND DEIN VATER GEROCHT NACH HOLUNDERBEEREN!”
The storm paused for a moment with the eeriest still imaginable. Weaver held up his hammer on cue, allowing a strong lighting bolt to overwhelm it with electricity. The hammer rumbled with power and felt like it was going to explode at any moment. It was just what Weaver needed to finish the sword. Summoning all of his strength, Weaver struck Morrigan’s blade one last time, causing a great burst of energy to fly up towards the sky. The black sword glowed with a purple light and vibrated like a tuning fork as the residual energy subsided. Weaver then picked it up for a final inspection and shuddered at the foreboding aura it gave off.
He sighed, as the anxiety was still eating at him. “And you’re sure about this?” Weaver questioned as he sheathed the blade.
“Ja, Weaver,” Ludwig said as he patted his shoulder. It looked as if that little provocation he pulled made him feel better.
“Well I need to go deliver this… oh boy. Want to go get a drink at The Dashing Ram when I get back?”
“Sure, that would certainly help take the edge off…”
And before anyone knew it, the day of Blood-Wraith’s duel with Valerie had arrived. While it was not as momentous as Dunja’s return and redemption, people were eagerly making their way to the Iron Colosseum. They could not wait to see how far Sir Raynot had come with his magic. Blood-Wraith had spent the night at the guild hall, so Vexation and Drusa set out to go check on him. They knew he was nervous without a shadow of a doubt and figured they would give him some words of encouragement. Teleporting outside of the front gates of the guild hall, Drusa glanced to the north and began to worry.
“Rich, honey? We have an issue…”
Vexation summoned his binoculars and focused on where Drusa was indicating. “What the… Eloise? What is she…” It became abundant that she was not there to wish Blood-Wraith luck. “Shoot, we got to warn the others…”
“Well what are we waiting around here for?!”
The two ran up to the group who were emerging from the guild hall, who were completely unaware of what was happening. Blood-Wraith was accompanied by Dragoslava, Tiberius, Deimos, Ultimatum, Cronus, and Barry, with everyone else already at the colosseum. Despite his nervousness, Blood-Wraith looked ready to go. He was dressed in a set of black and red mage’s robes that would not look out of place alongside Tiberius and the others back in the Epoch. Blood-Wraith had to look his best for his duel with Valerie. Naturally the group was a bit concerned when Vexation and Drusa came running up in a panic.
“Hey, guys,” said Blood-Wraith. “What’s the matter?” He was hoping they were excited rather than concerned, but he had a sinking feeling that convinced him of the latter.
“Eloise,” Drusa answered as she caught her breath. “And she doesn’t look happy.”
“She’s packing golems and weapons,” Vexation added. “Where’s everyone else?”
“They should be at the colosseum, enjoying the opening events,” Tiberius answered.
Dragoslava took a breath as her danger sense was going off. “Blood, don’t panic…”
“Sister, never say ‘don’t panic’ to me…”
Ultimatum laughed with not an ounce of worry in his voice. “Oh I’m sure it’s no big deal, guys. Probably just a fun little warm up before…”
With perfect timing an ice cream fireball struck the guild hall with a massive thud, shaking the ground. Everyone instinctively dodged away except Ultimatum. He stood there in disbelief as pieces of the upper hall fell to the ground. Slowly turning to the others, Tiberius looked like he was about to explode with anger as he gritted his teeth. It was safe to say everyone else was scared of him at that moment.
“... of course I have been wrong before…” Ultimatum sheepishly admitted.
“IF IT’S NOT ONE BRAT, IT’S ANOTHER!” Tiberius roared as he picked up the ice cream with his magic and flung it back where it came from as hard as he could. “COME ON!” he ordered as he began to run towards the gates.
Eloise stood there in disbelief at the destroyed catapult as the golems attempted to clean it up and rebuild it. Several other golems had also been destroyed in the chaos. “Do you not know how expensive that was?!” Eloise yelled at the group. “You’re next after I’m done with Blood-Wraith, old man!” she declared as she pointed her sword at them.
“TRY ME, BRAT!” Tiberius barked back, startling her.
Blood-Wraith was silently panicking as he went up to Eloise, who glared at him as he did. “Eloise, what’s the meaning of this?! Valerie and I agreed to this duel!”
A surge of anger welled up in Eloise as she clenched her sword. “EVERYTHING! Everything’s going wrong! Mother’s giving up, Will escaped, and Guinevere stabbed us in the back! Speaking of which, where is that little traitor!?” she demanded to know as she brandished her sword around, causing Blood-Wraith to back up in fear.
“Eloise…”
“Fight me, Sir Blood-Wraith Raynot!! You’re not dueling mom until you get through me first!” she declared as she drew her second sword.
“OH THAT’S JUST PERFECT!” Tiberius exclaimed in rage. Everyone could feel his frustration, with Blood-Wraith scared out of his wits. It legitimately felt like Tiberius was about to get out a belt and start beating people with it.
“Easy, Tiberius,” Deimos cautioned. “I don’t think Valerie would appreciate us beating up her daughter…”
“STUFF IT, EUSTORGIO!” he shot back. “That insufferable child is lucky I don’t brain her right here and now!!”
As the others did their best to keep Tiberius from going ballistic on Eloise, Cronus was surveying the situation. They were surrounded by golems and somewhat outnumbered. “This isn’t good, not good at all… Barry, ready to fight?”
He hummed with a nervous surge of electricity. “As ready as I’ll ever be, for Blood…”
Cronus stepped forward with Barry at side, getting in between Eloise and the group. “Hear ye, Eloise. Blood has an important trial ahead of him and cannot afford to rough house at the moment. I shall be your opponent!”
“Don’t forget me!” Barry said as he made a sound of arcing electricity.
Eloise looked at them with an incredulous look on her face, utterly annoyed. “You know what? I don’t listen to stinky old men who had to cut their father’s balls off…”
“HEY, watch your mouth, young lady!” Drusa scolded, pausing the argument the group was having with Tiberius. “Show him some respect, as he’s been through way worse than you have!”
Cronus chuckled, feeling a little unworthy of Drusa’s defense of him. “Much appreciated, your eminence!"
Eloise groaned and readied both of her blades. “Fine, whatever. It’ll be a good warm up…”
Just as the three prepared to begin fighting, the ground shook and up rose a double, stone door with eldritch markings all over it. It grinded open and out stepped Will, accompanied by Yale, Ludwig, and Rostislav. Will was looking a lot more confident and ready to fight. “Hey, Eloise! You owe me a rematch!" he proclaimed as he cracked his knuckles.
“Excuse me, what!?” she cried in disbelief. “What’s all this?! No, Blood only!”
“Don’t worry, everyone, Mads told us what’s going on.” Ludwig announced. “He saw this coming a mile away… and couldn’t be bothered to tell us until the last minute.” He sounded a bit annoyed recounting that fact.
“Hey, Barry, Cronus; got room for three more?” Rostislav inquired as he readied his lava fists.
Barry laughed with the sounds of more arcing electricity. “Now it’s really a crazy party! Let’s rock!”
“The floor is open, gentlemen,” Cronus said with a hint of relief in his voice.
Will was feeling pumped up as he stretched and danced around a little. “Alright, let’s show her how we do things back on Earth! Yale, go keep Blood safe.”
“Yes sir, Private Ford!” he said as he flew over to Blood-Wraith.
Eloise groaned, but then laughed condescendingly as small blizzards began to whirl around her blades. “Fine then! Get ready, boys, because I’m not holding back this time!”
Next: Chapter 27
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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With everything calming down as Will trained with Mads and Dunja, and Blood-Wraith prepared for his duel, Ludwig found himself with some spare time. Rostislav and Yale were off with Razor and Mizuki in The Unending Forest, so Ludwig was alone with his thoughts. Truthfully he was a bit bored given the lull in activity. As he sat there in the Future Squad quarters watching a storm chaser documentary on the television, a strange thought occurred to him. It was like a hazy, distant memory slowly returning to his mind that he could not ignore. Eventually his curiosity grew so much that he felt the need to go check on Weaver.
The blacksmith was not in his workshop, causing Ludwig to wonder if he was back in his shop in Shadowland at the moment. And then it finally occurred to him, if still a bit foggy. Ludwig knew exactly where to go and left the guild hall. Flying to the Storm Plateau, Ludwig spotted Weaver on a hill top, banging away at something. He would hold up his hammer for a bolt of lighting to strike it and return to banging away. Ludwig thought Weaver was mad for trifling with his past self until he remembered what was being worked on.
“Testing your luck, aye Weaver?” Ludwig called out as he touched down, followed by a crack of thunder that slightly startled him. It was odd as he should not have been phased by that.
“Hey, Ludwig!” He took off his goggles for a second and set down his humming hammer. “Oh, are you sure you want to be here right now?” Weaver was indicating the thunderstorm for obvious reasons.
Ludwig glanced over to his past self and shook his head. “I mean, I’m standing right here, aren’t I? Obviously I’m not affecting the future in any way that’d harm our timelines.”
“Alright, I guess,” Weaver replied with a shrug. “You’d know best. Also jeez, look at what you and the Colossus did to the plateau…”
Looking down into the valley below, Ludwig winced at the destruction. The scorch marks and upturned Earth made all of it look like a ravaged warzone. It was certainly a far cry from the peaceful place it once was. “I feel so bad for Leif, as it was one of his favorite places…”
“Aw, well…” Weaver was not sure what to say as a cold gust hit him, chilling him. “Um, hey, do you have any idea where The Colossus went? Deimos has been trying to track him down as Blood wants to see him again.”
“Nein. Prior to The Tyrant War he was fairly elusive…”
Weaver snickered and kicked a rock out of his way. “Really? Someone that big?”
Ludwig chuckled to himself at the absurdity. “So, whose sword are you working on?”
There was a moment of awkward silence as Weaver looked away uneasy, and the storm’s incessant rumbling was not helping. “That’s um… that’s private information…”
“Weaver, I know whose sword you're working on…”
“Then why’d you ask!? Shit, I’m already worried enough as is!” This was followed by a low rumble that shook the hill.
Ludwig stepped over and ran his fingers along the dark blade, the metal’s surface having swirled in odd patterns. It radiated a strange power that still needed to be tamed. “You can sense impending danger, can’t you?”
“Good lord… whenever there’s an Unlight tremor, I see it coming before it hits. I pick up on storms when they’re still miles out. I can’t sleep if it’s pouring! My inner beast is screaming ‘danger danger!’ at me, but I can’t stop now. I’d be a terrible blacksmith if I dropped the order!” With perfect timing a loud thunder crack went off as he finished speaking. “Morrigan’s boyfriend, some ‘Gore Bloodblade’ creep, is giving me the heebeegeebee’s!”
“Yet you keep going?”
“Yes, because they’re playing handsomely! I’ll be loaded after this!” Weaver paused, as a thought had occurred to him. “Wait a second… you know, don’t you? Yeah, why else would you be here right now?”
“Weaver, I came here to make sure you were okay…”
“Spill it, now.” Weaver waited, but Ludwig said nothing as the wind whistled past. His anger and frustration over the uncertainty mounted within him like a machine about to break. “Okay, fine! I’ll just scrap this whole thing and tell Morrigan to piss off!!”
“NEIN!!” Ludwig roared with a crack of thunder, but it was unclear which Ludwig it came from. “Finish. That. Blade.”
Weaver was a bit scared, but composed himself. “You expect me to profit off of something that could put the Unlight and the guild in danger?” His expression was serious with a hint of grave worry.
A defeated sigh came from Ludwig with a look that screamed how conflicted he was. “It’s more complicated than that…”
Seeing Ludwig look like he was about to cry was incredibly disconcerting to Weaver. “Whoa, hey… um here, I’ll-I’ll get back to working…” he said as he fumbled for his hammer.
“I wish I could tell you, Weaver…” Ludwig choked out. “I could prevent so much catastrophe if I said what the problem was… but I can’t…”
Weaver set down his tools and went over to give Ludwig a comforting hug. “Hey, easy now. Obviously everything turned out alright, right?”
“As a captain of the PMRDO, it is my duty to keep everyone safe,” he said as he broke away. “The pain of inaction I feel, yet all of this was meant to happen… Do we truly have free will? The Unlight removes our shackles only to put us in a different set of shackles…”
“Gabriella has said a lot about free will,” Weaver recalled. “We etch our will into the stone, but it’s so grand that we lose sight of our ambitions and think we’re slaves to a greater power. It’s mind boggling to think about.”
Ludwig let that thought linger and chuckled. “I wonder what whoever put the stone in place has to say about that. Such fantasies are truly beyond the scope of anything we could possibly comprehend. We’re just the atoms of the grains of sand on an infinite beach in comparison.”
Weaver nodded as he readied his tools again. “Blood goes on about how ignorance is the worst, but is it at the end of the day? You know what I mean?”
With a concessionary nod, Ludwig glanced towards his younger self, then looked at the hammer. “Need any help?”
“Yeah, just one last good bolt will do…”
“Alright, brace yourself,” Ludwig said with a laugh. He then faced the storm, took a breath, and cleared his throat. “LUDWIG, DEINE MUTTER WAR EIN HAMSTER UND DEIN VATER GEROCHT NACH HOLUNDERBEEREN!”
The storm paused for a moment with the eeriest still imaginable. Weaver held up his hammer on cue, allowing a strong lighting bolt to overwhelm it with electricity. The hammer rumbled with power and felt like it was going to explode at any moment. It was just what Weaver needed to finish the sword. Summoning all of his strength, Weaver struck Morrigan’s blade one last time, causing a great burst of energy to fly up towards the sky. The black sword glowed with a purple light and vibrated like a tuning fork as the residual energy subsided. Weaver then picked it up for a final inspection and shuddered at the foreboding aura it gave off.
He sighed, as the anxiety was still eating at him. “And you’re sure about this?” Weaver questioned as he sheathed the blade.
“Ja, Weaver,” Ludwig said as he patted his shoulder. It looked as if that little provocation he pulled made him feel better.
“Well I need to go deliver this… oh boy. Want to go get a drink at The Dashing Ram when I get back?”
“Sure, that would certainly help take the edge off…”
And before anyone knew it, the day of Blood-Wraith’s duel with Valerie had arrived. While it was not as momentous as Dunja’s return and redemption, people were eagerly making their way to the Iron Colosseum. They could not wait to see how far Sir Raynot had come with his magic. Blood-Wraith had spent the night at the guild hall, so Vexation and Drusa set out to go check on him. They knew he was nervous without a shadow of a doubt and figured they would give him some words of encouragement. Teleporting outside of the front gates of the guild hall, Drusa glanced to the north and began to worry.
“Rich, honey? We have an issue…”
Vexation summoned his binoculars and focused on where Drusa was indicating. “What the… Eloise? What is she…” It became abundant that she was not there to wish Blood-Wraith luck. “Shoot, we got to warn the others…”
“Well what are we waiting around here for?!”
The two ran up to the group who were emerging from the guild hall, who were completely unaware of what was happening. Blood-Wraith was accompanied by Dragoslava, Tiberius, Deimos, Ultimatum, Cronus, and Barry, with everyone else already at the colosseum. Despite his nervousness, Blood-Wraith looked ready to go. He was dressed in a set of black and red mage’s robes that would not look out of place alongside Tiberius and the others back in the Epoch. Blood-Wraith had to look his best for his duel with Valerie. Naturally the group was a bit concerned when Vexation and Drusa came running up in a panic.
“Hey, guys,” said Blood-Wraith. “What’s the matter?” He was hoping they were excited rather than concerned, but he had a sinking feeling that convinced him of the latter.
“Eloise,” Drusa answered as she caught her breath. “And she doesn’t look happy.”
“She’s packing golems and weapons,” Vexation added. “Where’s everyone else?”
“They should be at the colosseum, enjoying the opening events,” Tiberius answered.
Dragoslava took a breath as her danger sense was going off. “Blood, don’t panic…”
“Sister, never say ‘don’t panic’ to me…”
Ultimatum laughed with not an ounce of worry in his voice. “Oh I’m sure it’s no big deal, guys. Probably just a fun little warm up before…”
With perfect timing an ice cream fireball struck the guild hall with a massive thud, shaking the ground. Everyone instinctively dodged away except Ultimatum. He stood there in disbelief as pieces of the upper hall fell to the ground. Slowly turning to the others, Tiberius looked like he was about to explode with anger as he gritted his teeth. It was safe to say everyone else was scared of him at that moment.
“... of course I have been wrong before…” Ultimatum sheepishly admitted.
“IF IT’S NOT ONE BRAT, IT’S ANOTHER!” Tiberius roared as he picked up the ice cream with his magic and flung it back where it came from as hard as he could. “COME ON!” he ordered as he began to run towards the gates.
Eloise stood there in disbelief at the destroyed catapult as the golems attempted to clean it up and rebuild it. Several other golems had also been destroyed in the chaos. “Do you not know how expensive that was?!” Eloise yelled at the group. “You’re next after I’m done with Blood-Wraith, old man!” she declared as she pointed her sword at them.
“TRY ME, BRAT!” Tiberius barked back, startling her.
Blood-Wraith was silently panicking as he went up to Eloise, who glared at him as he did. “Eloise, what’s the meaning of this?! Valerie and I agreed to this duel!”
A surge of anger welled up in Eloise as she clenched her sword. “EVERYTHING! Everything’s going wrong! Mother’s giving up, Will escaped, and Guinevere stabbed us in the back! Speaking of which, where is that little traitor!?” she demanded to know as she brandished her sword around, causing Blood-Wraith to back up in fear.
“Eloise…”
“Fight me, Sir Blood-Wraith Raynot!! You’re not dueling mom until you get through me first!” she declared as she drew her second sword.
“OH THAT’S JUST PERFECT!” Tiberius exclaimed in rage. Everyone could feel his frustration, with Blood-Wraith scared out of his wits. It legitimately felt like Tiberius was about to get out a belt and start beating people with it.
“Easy, Tiberius,” Deimos cautioned. “I don’t think Valerie would appreciate us beating up her daughter…”
“STUFF IT, EUSTORGIO!” he shot back. “That insufferable child is lucky I don’t brain her right here and now!!”
As the others did their best to keep Tiberius from going ballistic on Eloise, Cronus was surveying the situation. They were surrounded by golems and somewhat outnumbered. “This isn’t good, not good at all… Barry, ready to fight?”
He hummed with a nervous surge of electricity. “As ready as I’ll ever be, for Blood…”
Cronus stepped forward with Barry at side, getting in between Eloise and the group. “Hear ye, Eloise. Blood has an important trial ahead of him and cannot afford to rough house at the moment. I shall be your opponent!”
“Don’t forget me!” Barry said as he made a sound of arcing electricity.
Eloise looked at them with an incredulous look on her face, utterly annoyed. “You know what? I don’t listen to stinky old men who had to cut their father’s balls off…”
“HEY, watch your mouth, young lady!” Drusa scolded, pausing the argument the group was having with Tiberius. “Show him some respect, as he’s been through way worse than you have!”
Cronus chuckled, feeling a little unworthy of Drusa’s defense of him. “Much appreciated, your eminence!"
Eloise groaned and readied both of her blades. “Fine, whatever. It’ll be a good warm up…”
Just as the three prepared to begin fighting, the ground shook and up rose a double, stone door with eldritch markings all over it. It grinded open and out stepped Will, accompanied by Yale, Ludwig, and Rostislav. Will was looking a lot more confident and ready to fight. “Hey, Eloise! You owe me a rematch!" he proclaimed as he cracked his knuckles.
“Excuse me, what!?” she cried in disbelief. “What’s all this?! No, Blood only!”
“Don’t worry, everyone, Mads told us what’s going on.” Ludwig announced. “He saw this coming a mile away… and couldn’t be bothered to tell us until the last minute.” He sounded a bit annoyed recounting that fact.
“Hey, Barry, Cronus; got room for three more?” Rostislav inquired as he readied his lava fists.
Barry laughed with the sounds of more arcing electricity. “Now it’s really a crazy party! Let’s rock!”
“The floor is open, gentlemen,” Cronus said with a hint of relief in his voice.
Will was feeling pumped up as he stretched and danced around a little. “Alright, let’s show her how we do things back on Earth! Yale, go keep Blood safe.”
“Yes sir, Private Ford!” he said as he flew over to Blood-Wraith.
Eloise groaned, but then laughed condescendingly as small blizzards began to whirl around her blades. “Fine then! Get ready, boys, because I’m not holding back this time!”
Next: Chapter 27
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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