The lightning bolt had squeezed the air out of Jirni’s lungs and pushed her back while her body still refused to obey her. Her Constable armor coupled with the potion’s effects had taken the brunt of the damage, but pain radiated from the point of impact turning every movement into agony.
Yet pain was an old friend to her, something Jirni had got used to ever since her family had trained her to inflict and withstand torture before she even turned ten. Pain was what allowed her to regain control of her limbs.
The ice spikes barely managed to pierce her skin before she pivoted on the balls of her feet to redirect the momentum of her fall to the side and roll to safety.
Lith was having it much worse than her. The city array prevented him to Blink while the Carpenter’s vortex was close enough to rob him of his magic aside from fusion magic. His rings were useless, he couldn’t fly or use spirit magic to pull himself away.
Lith had to choose between being turned into a kebab, a charred corpse, or both. He chose the fourth option, the one he created. Lith jumped back and to the side, putting himself willingly in front of the closest of the enemy’s clawed hands.
With one hand on the blade’s hilt and the other on its flat side, Lith used the earth magic infused Gatekeeper as a shield against the enemy’s middle finger.
It was the longest and the closest one among those forming the spear-like hand which was darting at him with the speed of a freight train.
It was also the most dangerous one, aimed at his heart. Lith used the force of the impact to propel himself away from the spell and the other hand. What he couldn’t expect was that the remaining three fingers dislocated themselves, becoming long enough to reach his head, abdomen, and left leg respectively.
Lith was still in mid air after parrying the middle finger, he couldn’t dodge while his magic was still sealed. Cursing at the enemy’s wits, he could only tilt his head sideways to avoid the deadly tap at his forehead.
The puppeteer laughed at his feeble attempt. The incoming spear head wasn’t a mindless projectile, but one of their fingers. Carpenters couldn’t feel pain. Receptors were among the many things they had discarded to make their strength as explosive as their lifespan was short.
The Carpenter’s forefinger followed Lith’s movements, striking him on his right temple as the other two phalanges pierced his body.
Blood spurted from Lith’s stomach and left thigh, yet the moment his clenched muscles stopped the fingers, the darkness magic infused Gatekeeper performed a circular motion that cut all four of them almost down to the knuckles.
Ravaged by the chaotic energies, the creature’s secondary core and its fingers collapsed at the same time, reducing its battle strength considerably.
’It’s impossible!’ Suddenly the puppeteer had nothing to laugh about. ’I know that a wound caused by the tip of one phalanx is bound to be shallow, but even a few centimeters deep hole in the head is supposed to be deadly!’
Yet there wasn’t even a bruise on Lith’s forehead. Only a curved stone plate that had deflected the projectile and reduced the impact to an oversized finger flick.
’Are you all right, Solus?’ Lith asked as the plate turned liquid and hid under his clothes again.
’Nothing that a bit of rest can’t heal.’ She replied. ’Our combined earth fusion did most of the work, otherwise I would be shattered in pieces.’
The Carpenter roared in outrage. Its kneecaps were healed, but both of his prey were alive and well.
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