~ The Adventurer Chronicle 26 ~
"... metal rang upon impact. The force was unexpectedly strong. Not only strong but fast enough to connect against such precise dodge movement. The sword flew across the room, hitting awkwardly the wall. He stopped on a pillar half the way to the wall, and fell to the ground.
"Falling into a trap is one thing, being out bested by it is another thing." - he thought trying to regain his breath.
Many meters away, the others seemed to be in the same kind of trouble. Cid's lance barely scratched the foe's armor, while Selina's spells seemed more than effective, she could not get the break to cast them.
The metal arm swung wide, and Cid jumped high into the air just barely avoiding it. That did not stop the construct from attacking, throwing some of the knives it had for long distance strikes. Airborne creatures tend to have difficulty avoiding attacks, of course, that does change is you have wind on your side. Cid deflected some of the projectiles with his lance, and using wind blades he threw the rest out of the way, while he dove to strike.
He trusted the lance forward, aiming for the chest, but the metal arm intercepted the blow. Of course, this kind of attack is usually strong enough to break most defenses, in this case you and up with a construct with a spear lodged into his right arm. That makes a gentle twist of the arms throw Cid far away, without his lance.
Selina kept dodging and parrying around, but each parry threw her back some meters and were quite exhausting, considering mages have very little endurance.
Every time she used her powers to teleport away from the golem it just charged for her, throwing its knives whenever she tried to cast something.
She managed to cast a tremor spell, throwing the creature of its balance.
They say, whenever something major is about to happen, or when something important is about to suffer, the great warriors take a really deep breath instinctively and calmly look around, and see in a slow motion like experience, all the little things falling into place leading to that significant event.
She took that deep breath. Cid landed on his hands and feet gliding a few meters away. His enemy charged right past her going to face her unarmed friend, but what caught her sight, right in front of her, past the trembling golem, Maelstron in the floor, trying to get up, and the golem, swinging a sword right at him. As she sprung forth, building up energy, her body yelled "Nooooo!!!!!" against her will. She had to get past the first golem, but she was too close to do this safely, and yet she did not stop. She whispered to herself softly "Dimensional Portal" as the new image in front of her projected the the area in front of the pillar where Maelstron was, facing the golem, she ran as fast as she could, but the golem who had just recovered his ground did not wait mercifully for her, it trusted the not so thin piece of metal he called sword forward in her direction, the blade barely made it through the portal where she disappeared, but the blade was covered in blood.
Space, being opposite to Time, does not provide the most helpful hand when going from one place to another in an instant of time. But she needed more time or she would just get there to be hacked in two. She needed time to pull a barrier of some sort. "But how?" she asked herself trying to focus through the pain. Good thing about pain, it often leads to rage, and that can be the source of much greater power. The amulet. He had given it to her for a reason, the shield shaped, with a feather like pattern amulet she wore so dearly around her neck.
On the other side of the portal, Maelstron was still confused about the bashing, he thought he felt a burst of energy, he thought he heard someone yell "Grand Shield", but what brought him to his senses was the drop of blood that hit his cheek. He looked upward, his eyes opened wide, his pupils dilated, and as he gasped deeply he held his breath in fear.
The golem held its sword firmly pushing downward, a bright blue light emerged from the wing shaped shield that manifested in its way, holding the sword still. Behind the shield, the soft and gentle face from Selina, showed off more anger and pain that he had ever seen in her, she held one arms straight forward projecting the shield, and the other trembled as she held the pendant. Beneath the trebling left arm her waist was bleeding fast, through this wound that seemed to have cut her half way through. Her cloak and robes were completely red on the left side, and were dripping from every corner.
He wanted to yell "No!", but his body did not respond. The shocking sight brought up memories. In the slow paced scene that he so helplessly observed, he thought of an infinite number of situations, of how he could have avoided this, on how it all began.
He thought of drawing that sword. But his instincts held him back. Bow, pistols, daggers. He had nothing that was more powerful than his sword. His mentor used to say, "Your weapons, are not your source of power, but you are the source of power of your weapons. They can be of help, but eventually it all comes down to how you use them, and how powerful you are.".
He was not strong, but was considerably fast. But much more importantly, he had learned how to use his own power very well. He..."
~ End of Part 26 ~