October 12th: Sword
Asmund watched as his father spun a sword in his hand slashing through moving mannequins with a slash through the air to his father it seemed like time froze but to Asmund a nanosecond later three mannequins were frozen and two were slashed in half.
“Ya know Asmund. One day Hailstorm will be yours.” Fulke used to tell him.
Now Asmund was 40 and spiraling through a wave of murkfoots. Freezing them as they went. He set the simulator to 100 monsters and had 20 down. Flashing his blade time slowed slightly and he sent plants unfurling across the area taking out another 20. Suddenly he went to stab one but caught hooked on the side by both of a murkfoots right arms and launched into the air.
He watched as a spear landed below him and more vines shot out across the field swirling around 15 more murkfoots before exploding killing them quickly. “Forty-five more hun!” Scarlett shouted as she skidded across the floor unhooking Valkyrie from the floor.
“Twenty-five!” Victoria’s voice rang out as arrows hailed from above launching through 20 murkfoots.
“Five more down!” Benjamin’s voice rang out as the four warriors stood back to back, Ben taking out five murkfoots to get to the rest of the gang.
“Let’s finish this.” Asmund offered and they all linked hands sharing their magical energy.
Asmund’s plant magic, Scarlett’s lightning magic, Victoria’s light magic, and Ben’s earth magic. The field began jutting upwards sending the remaining monsters into the air before gripping them with vines and ripping them to the ground before lightning flew from the sky bolting into them and arrows of light piercing through them before the simulator came to a close leaving the mages to let out their collective held breath from combining their magical energy.
Asmund’s father might be gone but he still has his father’s sword and the people closest to family to him.