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was not about to go out like this. The impact itself raised hell on my already abused ribs, and I caught one of the pig's hooves square in the hip - I'm not afraid to admit I might have screamed. I did the only sensible thing I could think of and I bit the damned thing. The taste immediately made me gag, almost retch, but I must have hit a soft spot because the thing squealed tremendously and flew off me.
I scrabbled to my feet and almost collapsed when I put weight on my newly damaged hip, taking a quick stock of the situation. There were six of the big stinking pigs all together, all of them sickly shades of purple and green like putrid meat, with chunks of flesh missing to expose guts and bone.
Zombie pigs, for crying out loud.
Three of them were circling around Hack and his eyes were flashing dangerously, there was actual lightning crackling around his hands. Swift rushed straight at one of the pigs when it charged him, he caught it, lifted the whole thing up over his head and slammed it straight back down. It exploded. Chunks and pieces of rotten meat littered the ground around the fair sized crater the impact created.
Holy shit.
I had my own trouble to worry about; the pig that had attacked me was coming back and bringing a friend with it. The two zombie hogs were circling around to make a rush at me; I didn't have time for anything refined. I was about to be flattened into paste if I didn't do something quickly. The time-spiral I had chalked out on the concrete was abused, but still there, still flickering with lingering energy. I honed in on it and flung myself to the side just as the charging pigs trampled onto the cement. I curled myself into the fetal position as I hit the ground just in case, but death by rotting hoof never came.
I poked my head up and looked over to see the two pigs; both of them frozen in mid-charge just as they passed over the center of the spiral like someone hit the cosmic pause button on them. Thank all the gods and little fishes for small miracles. I stood, wobbling a bit, and discretely moved away, releasing my hold on the working. The pigs continued their charge and ran across the field. That worked out nicely. Nearby, I saw Hack standing over the charred remains of three of the pigs, their carcasses smoking on the ground. He looked over and saw the others running, and threw a hand out like he was tossing a baseball. His eyes flared up as a crackling bolt of lightning flew from his hand to tear into one of the pigs, tossing its body through the air. Seeing it through the Other spectrum I could see reality fold and tear itself around his hand and the bolt.
In a flash, Swift was there and tackled into the last of the zombie pigs, a blistering streak of white in his true form. He slammed a fist not just into but through its side and rode it to the ground, where it kicked and squealed and fought but Swift kept slamming that sledgehammer of a fist into it. In a few blows it was reduced to twitching meat. I couldn't help but stare at the spectacular amount of destruction caused between Hack and Swift. It took me a moment, but I brought myself back to the normal side of the spectrum and tried to rein in my breath. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I had collected a number of new and exciting pains.
"You all right boy?" Hack said, kicking over one of the smoldering pig carcasses and walking over. Swift was close behind, wiping filth and gore off his hands.
"I'm doing great, thank you. I always wanted to have a stroke before forty." I rubbed at my hip; it was tender, complaining painfully when I put weight on it.
"Were you able to learn anything?" Swift asked.
"Yeah, I did actually. Henry was right; the Libro Nihil did come to the valley. And Abel Grannok had it."
"But Henry and I tore this place apart, we would have found it," Hack said.
"About that, apparently Grannok had an ally. Some…thing that was helping him, it must have gotten the book out while you were busy dealing
I scrabbled to my feet and almost collapsed when I put weight on my newly damaged hip, taking a quick stock of the situation. There were six of the big stinking pigs all together, all of them sickly shades of purple and green like putrid meat, with chunks of flesh missing to expose guts and bone.
Zombie pigs, for crying out loud.
Three of them were circling around Hack and his eyes were flashing dangerously, there was actual lightning crackling around his hands. Swift rushed straight at one of the pigs when it charged him, he caught it, lifted the whole thing up over his head and slammed it straight back down. It exploded. Chunks and pieces of rotten meat littered the ground around the fair sized crater the impact created.
Holy shit.
I had my own trouble to worry about; the pig that had attacked me was coming back and bringing a friend with it. The two zombie hogs were circling around to make a rush at me; I didn't have time for anything refined. I was about to be flattened into paste if I didn't do something quickly. The time-spiral I had chalked out on the concrete was abused, but still there, still flickering with lingering energy. I honed in on it and flung myself to the side just as the charging pigs trampled onto the cement. I curled myself into the fetal position as I hit the ground just in case, but death by rotting hoof never came.
I poked my head up and looked over to see the two pigs; both of them frozen in mid-charge just as they passed over the center of the spiral like someone hit the cosmic pause button on them. Thank all the gods and little fishes for small miracles. I stood, wobbling a bit, and discretely moved away, releasing my hold on the working. The pigs continued their charge and ran across the field. That worked out nicely. Nearby, I saw Hack standing over the charred remains of three of the pigs, their carcasses smoking on the ground. He looked over and saw the others running, and threw a hand out like he was tossing a baseball. His eyes flared up as a crackling bolt of lightning flew from his hand to tear into one of the pigs, tossing its body through the air. Seeing it through the Other spectrum I could see reality fold and tear itself around his hand and the bolt.
In a flash, Swift was there and tackled into the last of the zombie pigs, a blistering streak of white in his true form. He slammed a fist not just into but through its side and rode it to the ground, where it kicked and squealed and fought but Swift kept slamming that sledgehammer of a fist into it. In a few blows it was reduced to twitching meat. I couldn't help but stare at the spectacular amount of destruction caused between Hack and Swift. It took me a moment, but I brought myself back to the normal side of the spectrum and tried to rein in my breath. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I had collected a number of new and exciting pains.
"You all right boy?" Hack said, kicking over one of the smoldering pig carcasses and walking over. Swift was close behind, wiping filth and gore off his hands.
"I'm doing great, thank you. I always wanted to have a stroke before forty." I rubbed at my hip; it was tender, complaining painfully when I put weight on it.
"Were you able to learn anything?" Swift asked.
"Yeah, I did actually. Henry was right; the Libro Nihil did come to the valley. And Abel Grannok had it."
"But Henry and I tore this place apart, we would have found it," Hack said.
"About that, apparently Grannok had an ally. Some…thing that was helping him, it must have gotten the book out while you were busy dealing
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