Charge!

The moment your weapon locks onto his, you can feel the current of his electrical power surge up your arm and down your spine, forcing you to retreat back your blade, and instead attempt to strafe around him in search for an opening. You use your quicker speed and trained precision to attempt a strike to his side, though he throws himself back, and thrusts his trident in your direction. Though he doesn't throw it this time, instead a bolt of lightning fires from the forked tip in a dangerous ranged attack. You duck down, and it just barely misses the brown hairs atop your head.

"Entangle Bolt," you whisper as you thrust your own weapon at him. Your projectile misses as well, though of course it does. It wasn't meant to hit his body. You then place your hand against the cold steel and speak the words, "Flare Blade," as you slide the spell to the tip. You raise up Lauo, now engulfed in pink flames, and once again you lunge in his direction.

Your speed is incredible, and bolstered by the presence of your allies. Before he can react, you're already behind him with a burning blade, and while he brings his trident up in time to block, you manage to single the tip of his moustache.

He then looks over at the army coming towards him.

Vyzia, up in the sky, roars down as she readies herself to dart in his direction, like a hunting falcon. Though not far behind her is Malakae ready to do the same. Then he cries out in pain as an arrow from Snow sticks in his shoulder, forcing him to leap away, and subsequently pull the ammunition from his flesh.

"Son of a bitch!" His shout is guttural and livid. As she does, he slams his weapon into the ground, and the party is suddenly made privy to the sound of screaming in all directions.

Malakae stops to look, though Vyzia continues.

The red dragon slams down just short of crushing every bone in Thunderbeard's body. Despite her size compared to his own, he manages to hold himself together with crackling strikes from his mighty weapon, and sturdy footing beneath them. Though he turns his eye a moment before Bekram swings his maul, and when the two dwarfs collide, sparks erupt. In fact, it's Thunderbeard who reels back. Bek remains still, and he stares him over with an unsettling silence.

However, the screaming isn't something to be ignored. You look up to see what looks at first to be the beautiful women from before returning, though it doesn't take long to realize that isn't quite the case. Perhaps it's the same beings, returned in different form, but either way, the creatures look like storm clouds manifested as demons. The shapes are gnarled with horns and claws, and they fly without wings in all directions. Unlike the others, these aren't afraid. They don't keep their distance. Like a rainstorm of ghostly wails, your party is suddenly engulfed by the summoned creatures.

Xue steps up and slides her foot across the grass, manifesting a small wall to shield nearby party members from a few of the lunging foes. She stands up straight once more, and holds a hand up towards the sky. A circle of pale blue draws around before her palm, and then a machine gun fire of tiny ice shards. It looks like it's difficult for her to move and aim, though she pulls it slowly across the sky to pepper a number of them into nothing more than mist.

"Look out!" Stax cries. "Owch. If you're not careful, they give you a gnarly shock, even if you hit them. You gotta be fast, and watch where you're standing."

"Got it," says Lalarin, flipping over one to spin her staff straight through another.

Like a freight train, Niki blasts through creature after creature, storming forwards with her mace swinging left and right. She doesn't care at all about the warning. Bolts of lightning hit her stomach, her legs, and even her metal armour which would burn any ordinary warrior, though she doesn't flinch. More and more begin to dive at her in fear that she'll destroy them all, but ironically enough, they begin to fulfill that prophecy by their own actions. She grins wide, not even needing her shield now, as her kill count skyrockets. "Oooh, here we go! You call this an army, Thunderbeard? You need to send way more at me if you want to take me down."

Not to be outdone, Vyzia slams her claws into the ground, shaking the soil beneath the battlefield. She cracks her tail like a whip, lashing Thunderbeard's trident out of his hand. He falls backwards, crawls to the side, and once again warps the weapon back into his grasp. But then he looks up at the flames radiating from inside her throat.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--!" All he can do is bolster himself, as in any other direction, he'd be cut down by either you or Bek.

The fire washes over him.

Once the smoke clears, he's left standing in smouldering grass. His skin is charred, though he remains standing with a small flame still burning at the tip of his moustache. He lets out a hacking cough, and then spits to the side. "And you'll have to do better than that to take me down."

Then a rush of energy explodes from his body, and he holds his trident up towards the sky. Above the forks, a ball of crackling magic manifests, and it's only growing. In a manner of seconds, it's the size of a house, though he lets out a mighty scream, and when he does, the entire sphere condenses into no more than a marble. He grips the shaft of the weapon carefully, and he aims it like a gun towards the party. First you, but then to Vyzia with a disgusting grin across his face.

"Look out!" you shout.

"First your wing, then your eye, now your entire fucking body!" Thunderbeard shouts at the top of his lungs right before a mighty beam of raw condensed lightning crackles out and detonates in the direction of the red dragon. It looks to be enough to blast a hole straight through a castle and out the other side.

Then all of the sudden, you hear the voice of Lynx yelling, "Eyepatch sister!" before making it just in time. She holds up both her hands, and calling upon one of her Rite of the Sun markings, she stops the beam in its tracks. Her hair is blown back so hard the bindings come loose, breaking her pigtails into longer black hair, and her cloak is taken as well. She begins to slide, though just as she does, Vyzia supports her back with her snout.

It's a close call, but she manages to throw the weight of the beam upwards, and it careens off towards the clouds.

"How--" Thunderbeard looks shaken. Never before has he felt such unbridled rage.

There aren't too many storm creatures still alive, though they are still distracting most of your party. Thunderbeard, however, looks backed into a corner. You inch closer, though he's full of surprises. You approach cautiously.

Then he steps back, right onto your trap. "Ah, fuck!" he curses as blue tendrils bind his left leg and much of his torso with bondage so tight that it squeezes through his muscles and to his bone. He can't budge. The trident slips from his fingers and hits the ground with a weighty thud.

Lalarin joins beside you. "Almost every opponent is gone," she reports. "So that leaves him."

"Indeed. Let's finish things," Xue says as she makes her way over.

Thunderbeard yanks and struggles against his bindings. He wraps his meaty fingers around the tendrils and pulls, and soon he'll definitely be free. That doesn't mean he'll make it far. Though as he grunts and continues to curse under his breath, a darkness manifests in his wake. It doesn't look like he has anything to do with it, or even knows it's present. Darkness shrouds the area behind her, though in that shadow is flashes of light followed by distant cracks--a thundercloud manifesting.

It gradually takes shape, and before you know it, behind the dwarf is a person.

She yawns.

With arms stretched high above her head, Stormqueen Tepilli makes her appearance. Her hair is best described as a the darkest rain cloud you've ever seen, through rolling down from a woman's head. Her eyes, in contrast, her a bright, powerful shade of violet which glow with mystical light. It looks at first like her body is made of the same as her hair, though the shadows which engulf her actually make the outfit of a dominatrix. From her heeled feet up to her chest, she's covered by tight, shiny black leather, even down to her fingertips, with the only visible skin beneath her chin as a cut down her collar with cleavage nearly spilling free. The bottom half of her face is masked, with tiny silver spikes extending out from the sides almost like whiskers.

She holds a tricorn hat in her hand, which she gently places onto Thunderbeard's head. "It looks like you forgot this, puppy," she says in a sensual tone. Her voice is wispy, like she speaks from the winds that surround you. "Aw. And you dropped your toy as well. Pick it up."

Thunderbeard swallows hard. Slowly, he kneels down and picks his trident back up from the grass.

There's something else too. You look up to see that the sky has darkened. Clouds are coming in fast.

Then she looks to the others at last, like she was ignoring them until now. "I was having a long, wonderful sleep, and I don't like being woken up prematurely. I hope you understand, my cute little subs, that I'll have to kill you all now. Ooh. Especially you two." Her violet gaze turns specifically onto both you and Xue.

Xue looks to you with a nod.

You point your sword towards your foes. "I don't care if you summoned your stand or not, Thunderbeard. We were about to win the fight. This doesn't change anything. And Stormqueen? You've got a couple women you'll be freeing after this."

"Only a couple~?" she asks in jest. She then holds up her hand. With a crack of her wrist to the side, a bolt of lightning strikes from her palm, though it stops short. Then it falls limp. She holds it like a whip, and snaps it towards the ground. "Like I said, you woke me up, and bad puppies get punished. Even those with pacts like yours. I can smell it from here. Aak'aba, you'll especially pay for this. But the scent of the Lady isn't one I expected."

"That's cute that you think it's the Lady of the Lake alone," you respond. "That's not even my most useful boon."

Her lids squint and her grin straightens. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy. You'll be calling me mistress as you grovel beneath my heel."

Thunderbeard snickers. With the rest of the tendrils removed, he's once again ready to fight. "This is what you get for trespassing. The Stormqueen and I are an unstoppable ****. It's too late to run away now. Bring ten more dragons for all I care. We'll bring down the sky if we have to."

The sky has gone completely dark now. Thunderclouds block the rays of the sun, and the only blue is seen far in the distance. You feel the touch of a rain drop on your skin. Then, it starts coming down hard. The battlefield is soon showered by a mighty downpour, and every few moments, another bolt of lightning illuminates the sky. Whatever may happen next, this is the final stage of the ****.