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Reckless Fury
In mere minutes, all manner of lesser imps and demons had been split apart by the heroine's cleaver, or bashed in by her torch. It was slow, hard work, and the horde only seemed to grow with each kill. Others took notice from the ramparts and begin to fire arrows down, but it was only a matter of time until someone's bad aim nailed her back. She needed to finish this, and soon.
Some distance back, a crack in the air appeared, widening and shivering as a towering demon emerged. Horns the size of swords jutted from the demon's head. Seemingly endless muscles pulsated and flexed beneath his scarred skin, eager to rip a path through the heroine and into the city.
Every step of this titan seemed to shake the ground. Clearly, this was their warleader.
With a shove, the heroine bashed one of the imps out of the way and ran along the sides of the bridge, her hooves taking to the small terrain with ease. Each lunging step propelled her faster and further. One hardy leap propelled her onto a ruined bit of stone, then another straight towards the demon's maw. Her lungs roared with fury as she looked into the warleader's eyes. No demon, great or small, would rebuke her will.
With a single, desperate slash, the cleaver tore into the demon's neck. Surprise filled his eyes as he met the heroine's gaze, feeling steel and hoof plunge into him and force him to the ground.
As if by providence, daylight broke through the haze surrounding the town. Between the fall of their leader, the break of day and the city's defenders pressing back, the demons fled back through their portals and into the countryside.
A huge thank you to Razor Cure (sch511) for his help in this shot!
Reckless Fury
In mere minutes, all manner of lesser imps and demons had been split apart by the heroine's cleaver, or bashed in by her torch. It was slow, hard work, and the horde only seemed to grow with each kill. Others took notice from the ramparts and begin to fire arrows down, but it was only a matter of time until someone's bad aim nailed her back. She needed to finish this, and soon.
Some distance back, a crack in the air appeared, widening and shivering as a towering demon emerged. Horns the size of swords jutted from the demon's head. Seemingly endless muscles pulsated and flexed beneath his scarred skin, eager to rip a path through the heroine and into the city.
Every step of this titan seemed to shake the ground. Clearly, this was their warleader.
With a shove, the heroine bashed one of the imps out of the way and ran along the sides of the bridge, her hooves taking to the small terrain with ease. Each lunging step propelled her faster and further. One hardy leap propelled her onto a ruined bit of stone, then another straight towards the demon's maw. Her lungs roared with fury as she looked into the warleader's eyes. No demon, great or small, would rebuke her will.
With a single, desperate slash, the cleaver tore into the demon's neck. Surprise filled his eyes as he met the heroine's gaze, feeling steel and hoof plunge into him and force him to the ground.
As if by providence, daylight broke through the haze surrounding the town. Between the fall of their leader, the break of day and the city's defenders pressing back, the demons fled back through their portals and into the countryside.
A huge thank you to Razor Cure (sch511) for his help in this shot!