Cake or Death [Pt. 2]
Part 1
Ah, fuck.
The Jaw began to hum and vibrate, shaking at its muddy foundations as magic was activated all across. Akkey quickly left Lila’s side and appeared abruptly on the tip of one of the shorter teeth in the halfway point of the massive bone, balanced neatly with two feet closed together. She could see the rest of the teleporters, except for Savarthan that remained closer to the ground, already scattered across the teeth. Stances were taken, and she could feel the push and pull of the flooded waters below them becoming more frantic as they rose and gathered around groups of Conclave soldiers, first around ankles then climbing up, slowly but surely making it difficult for them move.
Ambon was the first; he was in the best physical state out of everyone. The wind howled around him as a side effect of his control in mist and rain, trailing a path in the air with his fingers, from in front of him then up and around his head then down again in a separation of his hands. Rainfall followed, becoming more rough as seconds ticked by, wailing and gathering around one of the revolts Nala had indicated, clustering them so close together that they were almost trampling over each others’ feet as they attempted to break out from behind their guards.
Then with a sudden click of the tongue and a sharp glint in his eye, Ambon clapped his hands together in a gesture of twisted fingers, and the rain, now a merciless, roaring wall of water, fell on at least a hundred soldiers, sweeping enemies away in a heavy and crushing weight that twisted and turned around their limbs. Water churned, and bubbles frothed angrily, and when Conclave members opened their mouths to cry out in fear, all they could taste was saltwater and death.
Juro! Go big! Akkey screamed in her mind right as Ambon’s portal opened, sending the frantic message telepathically thanks to Nala.
The nixes could feel him sighing and grinning in defeat at the command, Yes ma’am.
“Virion.” A simple word out loud, and the air rippled again in response. It folded and bent into nothing at first, then burst open in the same white and blue monster of feathers and eyes, this time wingspan wider than ever before. It was so massive that Virion’s wing partially blocked the moonlight, descending upon a larger group of more violent soldiers like a bright phantom in the night, enveloping them in dangerous shadow. Juro stood on the golem’s back, the wind rushing by his face and sweeping his blonde hair away from his forehead, scarf trailing behind him.
Right as they neared the ground, the bookkeeper swept his arms all around him like a dance, the long navy blue sleeves fluttering wildly in the wind like his own set of wings. Conclave enemies disappeared under the white feathers, and when they lifted once more they were nowhere to be seen.
