The Hobgoblins fiercely swarmed the female Reptilian.
Their heavy axes cleaved the air, bouncing off with splintered edges from the obsidian scales.
Every aggression issued by the Hobgoblins is charged with hatred and resolution. A wild mix that can blossom only in those who went through a great loss, and now seek revenge, not retribution.
From afar, the Hobgoblin wizards relentlessly casted spells effective against Reptilians; Such as: Fireball, Icycle, and Lightning.
However; Superior Coordination, Numerical Advantage, and Magic were rendered useless before the unparalleled might of Raw Strength, and Sheer Power.
Fireballs ricocheted on the black-scales.
Lightnings got absorbed into the golden-orange streamd of electric arcs around the Reptilian.
Icicles melted on their path, or directly exploded meters away from the intended target in a burst of foggy frost.
{Why is a Dragonoid here?!. To exist; They depend on being someone else’s Embryon}
{Could it be the Nucleus?}
{But that can’t explain how is the Dragonoid wielding Weird Electrons}
{I haven’t encountered this specific type; But by process of elimination; I can infer these are «Unph Electrons»}
"My Camouflage might be spotted with this much pollution. Snowflare; Can you endure the horde while i behead that Scaled, Skinny-Skank?."
"Of course." Viennetta stated confidently, and materialized a scythe; Her grip got tighter on the handle, as her black sclera eyes scanned the landscape.
A new tunnel breached the cavern’s wall; 8 bulky, armored Hobgoblins emerged; Heavy shields in one hand, with sturdy morningstar maces in the other.
Viennetta got tense. "Don’t take long."
The low voice, along the chosen weapon, gave Vurckair enough insight to decipher the answer.
{She has no qualms about dealing with a large number of enemies. But she can’t deal with heavily armored opponents}
He snorted. "I’ll only do it this once, and you’d better thank me properly, Snowflare. If there’s a next time, «Ask for it»."
Vurckair’s ripped muscles bulked up, and hide beneath a growing layer of pure indigo fur. He growled gutturally; His feral light-blue irises locked onto the slender meatless prey, as he win remarked features of a wolf.
Deactivating his Camouflage, Vurckair lunged at the oblivious group of Hobgoblin Knights; His golden claws teared through the metal armors in a swift, brutal motion.
The Dragonoid’s nostrils twitched with the unknown scent; Her sight went to the source, and her Unph eyes shone brightly with predatory fury.
The domain she built has been invaded by a swarm of pests, and her status is being putted to the test with the appearance of a worthy challenger.
She clapped her palms, unleashing a conical crest filled with Unph Electrons.
The etheric shockwave treated the green skinned Hobgoblins not different than mowed grass, reducing them to mere fertilizer.
Their lives literally snatched away in an instant, leaving only piles of charred ash among the scorched garments they once wore.
The rippling flare continued, threatening Viennetta.
Vurckair stood in the path, his body blocked and consumed the Unph Electrons, adding to his arsenal the last type of Electrons; What triggered an evolutionary response in his golden claws, gaining a caramelized reinforcement of Novastanio.
The disrespect awoke Vurckair’s most savage and primal instinct; A twisted desire to achieve an undisputed degree of conquest.
«Sodomancers vanquish other’s will through pure carnal domination»
{Thanks for the clarification, Ell’Thane}
{Now i understand why i acquired Proficiency from Naylyn and Viennetta}
{I physically overpowered them, in addition to having a certain relation to their Profession}
The Dragonoid matched Vurckair’s stare.
Both understand the other is an Apex; And among equals, there is no space for doubts, facades, or fanfare.
They ignored the Hobgoblins and Reptilians, ramming them in their sprint.
The Dragonoid’s speed mimicked Vurckair’s despite her superior height.
Their claws darted forth.
He met the scales protecting the Dragonoid’s neck; She encountered air, retracting her arm to replicate the attack.
Vurckair dodged the recoil, and collided his opposite, open clawed palm on the female’s face.
Slamming her back, provoked a surge of Unph electric arcs to conceal the golden revetment of energy that allowed the Dragonoid to go unscathed.
{She has an «Emeneld»?!. I’m sure her species shouldn’t be capable of acquire an «Empiric Energy Shield». Is this what Ell’Thane meant with: «Endangered by methods that shouldn’t be explored yet...»}
The Dragonoid smelled Vurckair’s confusion, and mistakenly believed it was weakness. She didn’t even feigned a feint, and launched her tail straight for the vulnerable stomach.
It didn’t work.
Vurckair is a seasoned soldier, and as a veteran from Azthea, comprehends the advantages of deception.
But as the indomitable beast he currently is with his Ascension Animal Affection; Tricks are beneath him.
He grasped the incoming tail, and tugged it; The Dragonoid lost her stability, followed by her entire balance as Vurckair severed the tail.
Continuing the motion, his arm gilded up, passing between the female’s very flat, scaled buttocks.
Relucent, metalized claws penetrated the Dragonoid’s untouched backdoor, crying shamefully with agonic screeches.
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{ Prime Plugger:
+1875 Proficiency }
{ Daily Plug:
+175 Proficiency }
{ Level Up From 2 to 3 }
{ Profession’s Development:
+2 Vitality
+2 Ordinance
+2 True-Wine }
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[ Vurckair Yavellant Vecturion ]
[ Sodomancer - Level 3 ]
[ Proficiency ] [ 900 / 1,600 ]
[ Singularity - Grade 0 ]
[ Store Capacity - 35 / 86 (Of 100) ]
[ 26 ] [ Vitality ]
[ 26 ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 26 ] [ True-Wine ]
[ Flow Latency - 780 Units ]
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Vurckair retracted his bloodied arm, and the Dragonoid fell like a ragdoll.
She tried to stand up, but froze on her knees when on top of her head, rested Vurckair’s left hand.
Fear ran through her spine in the form of a shiver.
Sensing the tremble put a satisfied smirk on Vurckair’s wolfish features, and with a single swipe of his right hand, he chopped off the Dragonoid’s head.
Hiding the Nucleus against his palm; He raised in victory the gory trophy.
The battle stopped, and Viennetta walked towards Vurckair.
Silence lasted a few seconds more.
The Reptilians erupted in sad cries of lamentation, and sizzles of hate that echoed across the underground chamber.
The Hobgoblin’s faces displayed bittersweet expressions with conflicting emotions.
Knights died under Vurckair’s claws, and Viennetta’s scythe ended many of their kin.
Even so, their losses are minimal compared to the casualties they should have suffered if they had faced the Dragonoid.
Understanding this truth, a Hobgoblin wizard approached cautiously.
His staff were put upside-down. The base slowly moved between his ear and throat.
{He wants to talk}
Vurckair gave a nod of approval; And the wizard cast a spell that made his staff glow.
"Great Werewolf. I speak on behalf of the Hob-Horde Governor. It is possible to arrange a meeting?."
"Maybe. Spread the word about what happened. Let some male lizards go. I’ll return here. Meanwhile, civilize this place a little."
"It will be done, Great Werewolf."
Vurckair and Viennetta emerged from the tunnels escorted by the Hobgoblins.
With the Dragonoid’s dead; The Reptilian’s resistance no longer existed, facilitating the two youngsters departure, under the concealment of Vurckair’s Camouflage...