“What?Who?”
“Wayla.When I get my hands on that little—”
“What?”Hellion roared.But Sinister wasn’t listening.He opened a portal and stepped through again.Hellion reached out and tried to grab his arm, but missed, and in a second Sinister was back.He was deathly pale.
“Hellion,” he whispered so low that he only read that on his lips.
“What is it?”They really didn’t have time to discuss in the middle of a battle.That was the first thing Grant had pounded into all of them.Fight first, talk later.He could see him and Marc making a dent in one side of the room, slowly working closer.
There were a lot of unconscious bodies around and a lot of wounded, but no dead.This was Tracthesian ground after all.Some things were sacred, even in underhanded attacks.
“I can’t get through to her.I need a power boost!”Sinister pulled himself together.Hellion blasted back a group rushing them.
“What?”
“I.Need.Power!”Sinister shouted.It still didn’t make any sense to Hellion.Power for what?Sinister was the strongest portalist he knew.Why couldn’t he… Never mind, they could debate that later.Hellion held out his hand, and Sinister grasped it.
“Hazard, cover us!”
Hellion pulled on all the hell’s power leaking through, thanks to Hell Moon, and channeled it to Sinister.When they linked, he could feel how low he was, and he was healing from some injuries.What had happened to wound him?And where was Zahir?
Like he was reading Hellion’s mind, Sinister replied while pulling in power as much and as fast as he could.“Ilijas has Zahir.He’s out cold, but should recover.We got jumped during the tour.”Then he took a second and glanced over at Marc.“We got too complacent.”
Hellion felt a rumble grow in his stomach and let go of Sinister, who nodded.“I’ll try to breach back to Wayla and get her out.”
“Out of where?”Hellion roared and attacked with a wall of hellfire, not caring about casualties anymore.
“From the group that attacked us.That little… shit… covered for me to get Zahir out of there and stayed behind.Alone.”Sinister was already opening a portal and stepping through when what he had said registered to Hellion.
Wayla was out there.Alone.
The blast of fury that flashed out from him cleared the way for Marc and Grant.They needed to get out of here.Fuck Tharrexeus for picking Tracthesian Academy for this battle.If Wayla was harmed, he would hunt down every one of his accomplices and burn them to ash, no matter who they were or on what ground they stood.
Chapter 51 – Wave
Moreandmorebodiessurrounded her.They pressed closer, and Wave could see murder in Elena’s eyes.Whatever this thing had originally been, it was now a fight between the two of them.Or fifty of them and her.
Wave couldn’t be sure how many there really were, but more than when Sinister got out.At least he and Zahir weren’t caught in the crossfire.Wave had no illusions about making her way out of this unscathed.
Tracthesian Academy might be neutral ground, and that might hold back certain players from certain actions, like indiscriminate mass murder, but things happened in the heat of battle.Elena wasn’t going to let Wave walk away from this, no matter what.
Disbelief and rage warred on her face when Wave kept fighting back and holding out on her own.While Elena and her troupe seemed to be throwing everything at Wave, she still tried to contain the destruction her powers wrought.
What Elena didn’t know was that Wave was at her limit.Her body couldn’t hold on to this much power, no matter how much Hell Moon was leaking over, and Elena wasn’t backing off.Silently, Wave laughed.It seemed that the cavalry wasn’t coming this time.
She took solace in the fact that there wasn’t a single stormbringer in the mix standing against her.She wasn’t going to kill her own people, and it would come to that on one side or another.
Blood dripped down from her nose, and Elena grinned.Sighing, Wave gave in.She had put up a good fight.She could either go out in a blast of murderous power or quietly drop.For some reason, Wave couldn’t quite muster the rage to kill even Elena.
Her external shield of ice fell, and her electricity fizzled out.The world warped around her, and Wave almost threw up.
Sinister appeared next to her and stretched out an arm for her to grasp.Too late, he realized Wave’s shields were down, and there was nothing holding back the inferno.He didn’t flinch back though.Or maybe he couldn’t open a new portal under the immense pressure.
“No!”Wave screamed as the first fireball slammed into his shoulder.
Without a thought, the well inside of her yawned, and the lid blew open.Power, deep, hungry, ancient power roared up.It lifted Wave off the ground and fortified her body.Then it took over.
There was water everywhere.Wind.A storm.
