One delayed wish down one to go

As the UrEmber flowed from you into Itotia you felt like a pressure behind your eyes release. Itotia goes limp knocked **** by the influx of power and the rapid changes being made to her mind. Now you needed to deal with the other pressure source. “Metztli, please make sure she is fully healed. You can check that your life **** is now bottomless and your power will no longer shorten your time with us.” As you gently transfer the now **** woman from your chest into her arms. “She is sleep deprived, malnourished, dehydrated, and likely has damage to her genitalia.” You see the healer blanch and begin to look over her country woman carefully. As you get to your feet you look over to Nenetl “keep them safe my warrior.” You can see the proud warrior straighten and she nods in affirmation.

You shake letting your body settle. A deep breath and you mentally ran through what all your new body was telling you. Before any of those around you could begin to speak to you you draw power causing the subtle arcane glow along your body to flair.

“If you all can stand back we have one more who I need to deal with immediately as their wish has yet to be granted.” Then you release the tension and a portal snaps open and a raging scalespawn roared through. Whirling around he brandishes his twin axes. As his eyes land on you a feral smile shows his fangs. “Yes, I can feel your power! Now, face me and whoever falls the victor shale claim all!” Well, somebody is excited. You take a quick look around to all those watching. As you meat there eyes you see everything from mild concern to excitement to fear. “No one interfere, I need to test myself and this one looks like the are willing.”

The grin turns to a snarl and Varnax charges one axe cocked over the shoulder and the other held low. You brace your middle and back legs and as Varnax closes the last few feet his blades snap out high and low aiming to hit you either low in the neck or the side of the head. The blow is timed perfectly, the speed turns the axe heads into blurred crescents. To all but the best of warriors this would have been a **** blow. But to you, Varnax may as well have shown you an exact step by step plan of his attack. As the blades close in you snap your forelegs up and grab the hafts of the axes just below the heads. Varnax jerks to a halt as his weapons stop in your grip.

You could have drawn this out and made a special of Varnaxs defeat, but and overwhelming display of might seams more appropriate. As the scalespawn berserker try’s to move his weapons from your grasp, his eyes grow wide at the realization of just how outclassed he is. You can’t help the small grin and your head snaps forward the muscles in your neck and hump driving your Dragonite hard horns into Varnaxs face. A sickening crunch accompanies the berserker launching back as though hit by a battering ram. The two axes remain in your grasp as the limp warrior slams into the ground some 20ft from you then skids and roles another five before stopping in a boneless heap.

If you had not used the first level of your immortality spell you would be worried that you may have killed him. You do not envy the headache he will have when he wakes up.

Going by what you learned of the rabid scalespawn when you granted their wish you know they will not accept a non fatal defeat unless you give them no other choice. Fortunately, a lovecraftian horror gave you just the tools to deal with this rabid battle junky. Though you will probably have to keep them on a very short leash for a while, and by short you mean just enough to breath.