Maruc grinned at Miklos. “Nice work there.”
“My turn.” he said in dark tones of death.
His eyes met the cold blue of Jolenta’s. Imperceptibly he nodded at his foe. She, recognizing the challenge smiled slowly. He wondered how prepared she was? Or whether she was spent. “Let us see.” he muttered to himself.
“Halav constrain thee!” he cried and cast his Hold enchantment about the other priest. knowing that a powerful spell like this focused on one individual had the greatest chance of success. But also did he know that blessed priest were protected by their gods. Maruc had faith that no god could gainsay Halav Re-Incarnate for he was present in the physical world and not separated by vast planes of space and time. His power was pure and immediate.
Miklos nodded to Maruc, “No problem.” His eyes took in the charging were-beasts. “As yet.” he added.
He wondered momentarily if a sleep incantation would work on werecreatures. “Interesting,” he said conversationally, “Homovermin-Lunus, in demi form if I’m not mistaken. Quite unpleasant don’t you think? Probably impervious to sleep and charm spells. Time for a web I think.” He spread his hands and raised his arms gathering the magic from the firmament. With force he thrust his web spell at the front ranks of the enemy.
The magical tendrils ensnared three of the lycanthropes. Vokos raged as he saw his brothers become trapped.
The dwarf had his mouth open as he charged the Hound, apparently bellowing something, but Silence stole his battle roar. Regardless of the lack of sound, Feldard swung at the crazed fighter. He wasn’t intimidated by the wild-eyed look of the seemingly berzerker human. No human, or elf for that matter, could compare to a dwarf when it came to a battle frenzy. Not that Feldard was anywhere near that state now. He could take these humans on without need of it.
The crazed Hound managed to land a glancing blow to the dwarf, who returned the favor by nearly cleaving the man in half at the waist. One maniacal Iron Ring fanatic down, one to go.
Ludo moved forward into combat, yelling… and then everything went silent, one of Golthar’s spells he thought. He attacked the second Hound that was trying to flank Feldard, moving in he struck savagely with his sword and as the Hound parried, Ludo turned on his heel and used his dagger to cut deep into the Hounds arm. Stepping back he prepared for the Hounds anticipated counter attack.
The battle din was unnaturally truncated. The sight of Sligh was made even more eerie in the silence. The hulking man bore the signs of many battles. He wore only a skull-cap helm which revealed the absence of his left ear; a gnarled lump of flesh, marked its former position. Sligh wore surprisingly little armor; his arms mostly bare and knotted with sinew.
They fought. In the dusk. Leaves and sticks crushed beneath their feet made no sound. The melee took an erratic course as the two experienced fighters parried. Sligh knew something about fighting in the brambles. Turning, he hacked a leafy branch that cascaded into Stephan’s face. Without missing a beat, Sligh thrust his blade through the obscuring foliage delivering a nasty cut to the Traladaran’s shoulder.
But Stephan knew the woods long before he knew the sword. He too had some tricks for fighting in the trees. Seeing a hefty, dead branch just overhead, he parried off Sligh and then struck the limb so it would fall on his opponent’s side. The ploy worked but didn’t garner more for Stephan than a good hack at Sligh’s right arm. Blood splattered his blade.
Suddenly, the desperate racket of armed conflict erupted in Stephan’s ears. Sligh and the woodsman’s dance of death had led them to the edge of the cone of silence. Twirling and spinning with sword and shield, Stephan was subjected to a startling sequence of noise, silence, noise, silence.
The effect was surreal but Stephan was able to maintain a focus on Sligh who, equally, seemed to have no other interest in the world than Stephan. Until a diabolical grin spread across his face—snaggle teeth and all. Sligh spied something behind Stephan.
‘No way,’ Stephan thought. ‘I’m not falling for that old trick.’
But something struck Stephan from behind. Something was on his back. Something was trying to bite his neck.
Turning and twisting in a frenzy, Stephan grasped at the thing on his back. He felt a stinging pain in his neck and flailed into the foliage in frantic attempt to rid himself of the pest.
Slight did not lose the opportunity and lunged forward at the stricken woodsman. Slicing down and across with his sword, the hulking fighter pressing the attack.
Hasan watched the woodsman’s fight. It was evenly matched until the were rat interceded. Hasan saw Stephan slump under the were creatures horrible bite. Finally the elf saw the clear shot he had waited for. The arrow raced forward and buried itself in Sligh’s upraised arm. It was a grievous blow, but the great man halted only momentarily before his battle cry rose again in the strange half quiet night.
Golthar smiled. Just as he had expected, the enemy was fully engaged with the ground forces. He flew back within range. First, he had to take out their spellcasters. He knew well that this young wizard was powerful, having heard spy reports that he had a lightning bolt spell in his arsenal. He couldn’t have that. And that damn elf. The arrow lodged in his thigh was causing him more pain than he had experienced in a very long time. He focused his concentration on his magic. Just as Maruc had paralyzed Jolenta, Golthar cast a hold spell at Miklos and Hasan. Their movements ceased and they fell to the ground, conscious but helplessly paralyzed.