Godslayer - Arc 1.13 - Paliyil Part 1

“So dis is de best dat Kar’mire has to offer?” grumbles Valen as he looks around the Twelfth District Central Square.

“No,” replies Drakvar, “Only the best that this district has to offer. Of the thirty three districts in Kar’mire, the Twelfth District is one of the worst. No Ti’darkei Knights, minimal support from the City Authorities, the majority of the District Authorities are highly corrupt while the Twelfth District Watch Department is severely underfunded. In fact, the gangs practically run the Twelfth District with the Darklurkers being the most prominent of them.”

“Huh,” grunts Valen as his face distorts with distaste, “I can’t believe dat de Karris Monarchy or de Ti’darkei Order would let something like dis happen, especially not in their capital Kar’mire. Something dis vile would never happen up in de Jorvic Kingdom, not between de Northern Church, de Jord Order and de Knights of de Good Sword.”

“It isn’t a good situation,” agrees Drakvar.

“Somebody ought to blasting do something about it,” says Valen.

“How about this Valen,” replies Drakvar, “Once we dealt with Paliyil and Fatimir, we can do something about Twelfth District’s plights.”

“Now dat sounds like something dat I can get behind,” says Valen with a vicious grin.

Drakvar comes to a halt as he watches a young female Kith exits the District Hall. The Kith is slender and shapely with dark brown fur and sleek black hair. She wears a mixture of purple and black clothes, which are quite tight around her body and show off plenty of it.

But what catches Drakvar’s eye is what is strapped to her back. A smooth and sleek white and silver spear.

Drakvar has seen plenty of people with items like that spears as every Psychic uses their power by harnessing magic through technology, but that spear just reminds him more of conventional magic than psionics.

“Valen,” says Drakvar as he nudges Valen.

“What dumbass?” replies Valen.

“Take a look at that woman with the spear,” says Drakvar, pointing towards the Kith in question.

“Hmm,” mutters Valen as he looks at the Kith, “Blast, you’re right for once idiot. Dat Kith is clearly a magician. Can’t say if she is a Warlock or Mage through.”

“Let’s go after her then,” says Drakvar as he breaks into a run at the woman.

“Hey fool, wait,” replies Valen as he chases Drakvar a moment later.

“Why?” asks Drakvar.

“Because we have no idea what we are going up against fool,” replies Valen, “You don’t survive along going up against magicians who are complete unknowns by just charging in reckless. You’ll get us both killed.”

Drakvar slows down, but the Kith woman has already spotted them. She dashes through the crowd.

“Blast!” curses Valen as he runs past Drakvar, “After her you idiot!”

“On it,” replies Drakvar as he follows Valen.

But woman isn’t going without a fight.

“Toppling Winds!” shouts the woman, aiming one of her hands outstretch in Valen and Drakvar’s direction.

A massive blast of wind flies out from her hand, knocking everything in her path to the ground. While it affects everything else, the wind-magic is useless against Drakvar, doing absolutely nothing to hinder him.

As he makes his way through the fallen crowd, Drakvar glances at Valen. The Light Mage has been staggered, but nothing more than that.

“Keep after her idiot!” shouts Valen, “Dat has to be Paliyil!”

Drakvar focuses his attention on Paliyil as she flees into some the back streets. He draws two of his swords as Drakvar has a feeling that he will need them.

As Paliyil heads into a back alley, Drakvar heads into another in an attempt to cut her off using his knowledge of local streets and alley ways.

“I got you now Pakdar!” yells a familiar voice and Drakvar groans as Shocker drops down in front of him, her cloak rippling in the air as she lands with a heavy thud, “Now I will make you pay!”

Of all the times...

“Out of the way Shocker,” shouts Drakvar as he charges at her, “I have something important to deal with.”

“Dis is important-” Shocker starts to say only for Drakvar to barge past her, elbowing her out of the way, “Hey!”

“Sorry!” Drakvar yells, not looking back at her as he spots Paliyil running past the other end of the alley.

“Get back here!” screams Shocker angrily and Drakvar hears the electricity crackling through the air followed by a brief sensation of heat as Shocker’s attack disappears upon contact.

Drakvar ignores her as he exits the alley just as Valen runs past the exit in pursuit of Paliyil.

“Hey idiot,” says Valen as he notices Drakvar running alongside him, “If I slow de blaster down, you catch up with her.”

“Sounds like a plan,” replies Drakvar, giving his agreement to the plan as he notices that Valen has his smoking pipe in his mouth.

“Wall of Light!” casts Valen with one hand before also casting, “Sunray Strikes!” with another two.

A wall of glowing white light appears in front of Paliyil and two white beams of glowing light leap from Valen’s hands, twisting through the air towards Paliyil.

The Warlock comes to halt before the wall and spins around to face Drakvar and Valen. The first light beam is disrupted as it hits an invisible barrier around Paliyil while Paliyil intercepts the other one, blocking it with the tip of his spear.

As Drakvar and Valen close with Paliyil, she aims her spear at them and fires off a massive beam of black light from it. Drakvar steps in front of Valen and blocks the beam of light with an outstretched hand. The magical attack disappears as it makes contact with Drakvar.

“How?!” exclaims Paliyil in shock as Drakvar swings a fist at her, “Zing-Warp Wind Walk!”

A mere split-second before Drakvar would have made contact with Paliyil, she disappears in a gust of wind.