Past -- George part 2/2
The dust that kicked up shrouded the mound into a tan silhouette, where it pulsed and moved, as an unknown beast. The blob heaved and a gut wrenching roar blew the dust away as the baritone shook the ground, revealing the monster underneath.
Seemingly hundreds of massive snakes tangled into a knot hidden away by the slithering necks and great mouthed head snapped at the troops. The viper like heads whipped and struck out, its monsterous screeching maws glistened with rows of teeth as they tangled around and snatched the unsuspecting soldiers.
The serpent of many mouths chewed and spit the blood of it’s victims as the sound of metal crushing and teeth sawing through flesh added a macabre harmony to the cacophony of curdled screams and beastly roars. It’s long greyish necks speckled with scarlet as it whipped around to the horror of the troops.
As the mighty jaws of the beast snatched and threw the troops, George’s eyes thinned into a line, his heart swelling with sudden fear. Never before had he heard of such a hydra, of such a monster and gorgan, and now before his eyes a great otherworldly beast of tangled snakes chewed and swallowed his mighty army like they were simple meals.
However caught off guard George was, he wasn't about to let this abomination have its way. He brought his sword to point and kicked the flanks of his horse.
The white stallion reared backwards and retorted the demand with a loud snort. George slapped the horse’s rump and this time the war horse shot forward, hooves digging into the recently upturned loom.
The cold crisp autumn wind cut into George’s grey eyes, causing them to tear up as he charged, his arm ready to strike one of the thick whipping necks.
The mound of knotted serpents grew to monsterous and gigantic sizes as he approached where it was eating into his line of troops, the soldiers desperately swinging and thrusting their blades to fend off from it’s cobra like swipes.
George let his arm fall, his sword whistling through the air as one of the fleshy reptilian necks pulsed beside his charging horse.
Before his glistening sword could bite, the red skies reflecting off its sheen, a powerful head slammed into him. The great maw of the beast wrapped its lips and grated its dagger like teeth around George’s chest plate as the crushing force tore him from his saddle.
The snake head shook George wildly as it chewed, eager to cut through the metal barrier that saved his soft flesh from the ruthless assault. George felt his blood rushing to his head as the momentum blurred his senses into a mess of confusion and stress.
His grip tightened around the handle of his sword, eager to hold on. As he grew more and more distressed, and the scraping sounds grew louder as the smell of strained metal permeated off his chest and into his nose along with the stench of the alien beast’s acrid maw.
A subtle burning grew inside his chest as he was swung left and right. The emergence of magic tickled his body as a reservoir of energy electrified his skin and cleared his pounding mind. The hot swarm of power swelled in his muscles and his pupils shrunk to pin points as he gritted his teeth, the power of stromism taking over.
His blood rushed to his fist and he gripped his sword tightly. With a sudden powerful thrust, brimming with magical might George drove his sword into the roof of the beast's mouth, a grunt of strength emphasising the stroke.
The snake roared in pain as a dark puss oozed from its mouth, George slipping out from the bed of teeth. His body rolled from the mouth and plummeted through the air, slapping hard as he bounced off of another swinging head and landing on another aggressive neck. All around him the snake heads whipped and lashed at his troops below and blocked his vision.
The neck snapped out and looped around as the head that the neck belonged too became aware of his intrusion. No light of the red sky shone on George as the massive necks of the beast blocked out the light, and only the glare of the evil eyes sparkled in the consuming darkness of the slithering battlefield George now found himself in.
His eyes narrowed as more of the heads turned to him, fearful of his close proximity to their core and eager to tear him to pieces with sawing teeth.
George hugged the rough skin of the beast tightly as he tried to upright himself on the slithering flesh. His body glew with power as the stromist magic permeated from his skin and from underneath his armor. A white light overtook the darkness of his pupils and shimmered from behind the grey iris of his eye.
He planted his feet firmly onto the neck of the beasts, awaiting their onslaught as more and more heads turned with drooling reptilian lips. The wind rushed at him as his battlefield moved and the fight began.
A massive dart shaped head of one of the snakes blasted by him, his feet running along the neck of the irritated beast, leaping from the floating skin as the head crashed in onto itself.
He landed onto the slick edge of another neck, his boots slipping as he tried to scramble up top. He could hear the previous head behind him, roaring through a blood gurgling mouth as it tried to dislodge it’s spearing teeth from it’s own neck.
With one hand claiming his sword and his other tried to reach for the top of the neck, he soon felt his balance failing. His body slipped down the side of the neck. George swallowed a helpless scream as he felt the air take him. His body tingled with magic and his mind festered with a sudden fear as the pillow of wind was all he felt around his body. He closed his eyes to hide their panic.
The wind suddenly halted as a ghostly hand grabbed his free hand, and yanked him back onto the neck. George’s helmet flew off from his head from the force. The metal helmet falling down into the scream of the battle below. George’s black hair spilled around him, long from the days of war. His eyes shot open as his feet felt the squishy battlefield return underneath.
The blue eyes of a chestnut haired ghost looked at him sternly.
All at once a dozen heads whizzed towards the pair. Together they leaped onto the neck of another as the heads slammed against each other with a skull cracking sound. Few of the heads spun and whipped back towards their new battleground.
The pair ran up the neck, wind whipping them as their knees bent to match the angry squirming of the beast below. As the head perked up the neck turned upright and the two jumped.
e and the pumping magic, George thrusted his sword into the air.
A great cheer took the troops throats as they rallied under victory. Dust coughed from their lungs as they roared fro George, and shook their shields in a sudden vibration of relief and excitement that so soon follows the end of such a slaughter.
The wind caught them for only a moment as they brought their swords to point and dove back down onto the face of the surprise beast.
With perfect synchronization Caleb drove his ghastly sword into the eye of the beast while George jabbed the other eye. The head howled with pain, and macabre remnaints of one of George’s troops spitting out from it’s maw as ooze popped from its bloodied sockets.
Another head struck out at them, it’s lower jaw scratching up the neck of the dying head, mouth agape and wet with crimson. George grunted and kicked his feet off from the howling head, channeling his magic as he sprinted towards the approaching snake.
As a blur, George leapt into the open mouth of the snake, but before the beastly head could recognize what had happened, the back of it’s skull burst open in a bloom of carnage. George came barreling out, a battle cry on his lips as he leapt from the head and into the air, falling back to the bulk of the fight.
The wind watered his bestial eyes, and he brought his sword before him. The blade cut through the air as he plummeted, the pitch and dark center of the abomination slowly growing bigger as he descended. It’s cavernous center of knotted hills and shadowed valleys threatened to swallow him as he fell. Behind him a glowing ghost fell, eager with a sword of his own.
The darkness took the pair as they joined the knot of the many headed beast. A magical glow pulsed from the center, and slowly, one by one, the heads fell to the red stained field under the crimson sky, life exiting their dark orbs.
With each stroke of magic, and each powerful swing, another head was disconnected. The massive necks slammed the ground and caused it to quake underneath the feet of the surviving troops. The sky rained the scarlet droplets of the massive head’s demise. Their limp forms slapped the ground harshly and forced the troops to hide behind their shields in fear. It seemed to last forever as the gargantuan necks littered the ground with large crashes and the great heads cracked and clicked as their thick skulls slammed against each other and into the quaking ground.
Slowly the men looked past their shields as the onslaught against them stalled. Before their astonished eyes they saw George silhouetted by the scarlet void of the sky as he stood alone on a mountain of grey flesh, necks sprawling out from the fleshy spire, and blood flooding from the limp mouths of the evil heads. With an arm flexed from us