2: The North << Back
brought her hammer crashing down on the head of a devourer. The
creature's chitinous hide cracked under the impact, and one of its
front legs buckled. It was a solid hit, the sort that would bring even a seasoned soldier to his knees.
the monster Devona fought was no human. From what she could tell, these
beasts didn't even feel pain. Barely staggered, the creature fought
back. Its talons whistled as they cut the air, and Devona tried to
dodge out of the way. Twisting sideways, the hammer-wielding warrior
moved quickly despite her heavy armor.
She was fast, but not fast enough.
devourer's attack caught her shoulder, at the seam in her armor. The
scythe-blade talon skittered off the metal into the leather binding
beneath. Its razor-sharp tip punched through, and a flash of blinding
pain ran down the left side of the warrior's body.
Pulling back and away, Devona took two steps, giving herself some room to recover.
devourer shook its tails, the wicked barbed hooks at the tip of each
dripping with a putrid, purple liquid. The beast's beady little eyes
twitched up and down, as if it were sizing her up. Then the devourer
Devona's arm was still burning from the
poisoned wound in her shoulder, and the creature's new attack was so
swift that she was knocked back, tumbling over a pile of rubble. The
warrior dropped the head of her hammer to the ground, using the sturdy
shaft as a crutch, righting herself. But lowering her weapon left her
open to another attack from the devourer. The monster's mandibles
clacked together, moving furiously as it bore down on the off-balance
fighter. Devona had managed to keep to her footing, but the devourer
was now right on top of her.
bright red fletching of an arrow sprouted in the creature's hide,
punching through its already damaged front leg and pinning it to the
ground. The beast let out a high-pitched squeal, and Devona, seeing
that her attacker had something else on its mind, took the opportunity
to step out from underneath its talons.
As she turned,
Devona caught sight of Aidan, perched atop a tectonic plate. The
ranger's long dark hair was held out of his face by a thick strap of
leather, and his hard, brown eyes sighted down his bow. Its string was
pulled taut, a second red-fletched arrow already aimed at the crippled
To her left, Devona heard the deep voice of
Mhenlo, speaking the last words of a prayer to Dwayna. A cone of
blue-white light enveloped the warrior. Arcane energies coursed through
her veins, and the burning in her shoulder suddenly subsided. She
couldn't see the monk, but she knew there would be time to thank him
Turning back, Devona watched the bug-eyed monster
lift its ruined limb, pulling the shaft of Aidan's arrow through its
flesh with a sickening pop and freeing itself.
Devona lunged forward. "Devour this," she shouted.
And her hammer fell once more.