Dark Slayer

Razvan burst through the surface, emerging into a night filled with the sound of battle. Thunder cracked and lightning streaked across the sky, slamming into earth as bolts hammered into the crushing crowds of bats swarming over the ground. It looked like a living sea, bats walking on their wings, baring teeth at anything in their path. Flesh eaters, he'd seen the mutations in the caves Xavier occupied, placed there to guard, to sound the alarm and to provide blood from the animals they killed and dragged to the lairs.

Ivory emerged from the ground, shrugging, arms outstretched. The wolves leapt from her back and into the midst of the bats, snapping necks as they grabbed and shook their prey, fighting their way through the mass to the circle defending the prince. Ivory followed them, drawing one of her many homemade weapons, tossing it to Razvan and pulling another.

Razvan discovered the strange gun fired light, not bullets. He had never participated like this in a battle, with blood spraying across the snow. But he didn't hesitate, staying in Ivory's mind. She was a warrior through and through, wading through the bats, kicking them aside, spraying the bright light fed by a diamond across a wide path, severing heads.

«Keep the spray level with their necks,» she advised, and then called out, «Gregori! We're coming in.»

One of the bats seized Razvan's calf and tried to tear open his leg. Blaez, the second largest wolf, caught the malicious creature in strong jaws and ripped it away from Razvan, tossing the bloody body into a group of bats that tore into it with a viciousness that reminded him of Xavier.

Gregori slammed bolts of lightning into the center of the bats, opening the way for them. Razvan followed Ivory through the sea of bats, staying close to protect her back, his gun spewing the blade of light behind them in a wide arc. When the wolves hesitated, preferring to stay to the outside, Ivory hissed a command.

You will get eaten alive. Come! She held out her arms and the wolves leapt over the mass of furry bodies and merged with her back.

Ivory continued to wade through the bats, running toward the small group, fighting to keep from being overpowered. The group refused to just dissolve and abandon Gary, their human friend. It would be nearly impossible to protect him from the air.

«Get the prince off the ground,» Ivory yelled above the din to Gregori. «The attack will come from under the ground. This is a diversion.»

Falcon jerked Gary off the ground, no questions asked, as Mikhail rose as well. The hordes of bats went crazy, flying at them with renewed frenzy.

«I lost sight of Xavier's fragments,» Gregori warned. «They're probably in the bats.»

Ivory thrust one of her light guns into Sara's hands. «You have to sever them right at the neck or they really go psycho on you.» She pulled a strange-looking object, much like a grenade, from a loop on her belt, readying herself.

«Have you seen these mutations before?» Gregori asked, continuing to use the thin whip of lightning to incinerate the bats.

«I study everything the mage does,» Ivory answered. «There is a portal close. I must find it and close it or they will continue replicating. It is in the ground, not in a cave.»

«You've seen these creatures before?» Mikhail asked.

Ivory nodded, her gaze scanning the ground. It was rippling beneath them, undulating, like a wave in the sea. «They get away from Xavier sometimes and they would be a huge threat this close to the village. They are major carnivores and attack in a group.» She gripped the disc in her hand tighter as she saw dirt bubble up from the ground.

Gregori and Falcon were in constant motion, slamming white-hot energy through the mass with strike after strike. Mikhail slammed his fist hard, punching through one flying at Gary's face. All of the Carpathians and Gary had numerous bite marks and scratches from the continual assault.

«Give me one of those weapons,» Razvan said. «You are not going alone.»

Ivory frowned, her eyes still scanning the ground. «Going inside their lair is worse than the worm. Stay here and help guard the prince.»

Now the ground bubbled ominously. Various sections sank several inches.

«Ivory.» He waited until she glanced up to read the determination on his face. Razvan was not a man to back down. «Give me a weapon.»

She tensed, seeing the ground shift in the sunken areas. One hand flicked to her waist and she tossed Razvan a duplicate of her grenade as she jumped, feet first, into the center of the spot where the sinking ground was the most active. Razvan followed her beneath the ground, shifting to vapor to go through the layers of dirt. The grenade shifted with his body, becoming nothing but molecules, telling him it was another of her homemade natural weapons. It had been oval-shaped and bumpy, not at all smooth.