Chapter 37.2- Doom Days

. Lightning struck the dense ball of mass as it gathered more mass towards itself and it felt like the world stood still for a breath. And then the ball exploded, sending stone, blood, tiles, sand, all of it, everywhere. Rudra slashed his wand through the air, forming a golding shield that the collection of matter struck and bounced off from, even as he forced his feet to adhere to the ground with a snap of his fingers.

Few others were so lucky. Nepalese defenders, Japanese invaders, and the coterie of creatures alike were sent flying all over the room. Rudra whispered a prayer for the loss of life, even as he readied himself for more. Matsuhito would not be the kind of opponent to be done in so easily. Rudra had five lifetimes of experience in all sorts of combat, and men like this one did not fall without great cost.

The dust that flew about the room was swept away to reveal the Japanese Prince, unscathed and unbothered. His black hair remained tied behind his neck in a ponytail. His suit, black with gold buttons, remained immaculate as ever and his shoes, polished a gleaming black, clicked and clacked against the floor as he took a step forward.

Rudra blnked and brought three silver lances of power into being. Each one screamed its presence into reality. The Japanese wizard whistled and a woman appeared before him, hands spread out. His spells hit her to no effect, merely disappearing like they had never been cast. Rudra felt his eyes narrow. That was new. Magic absorption? How would that even be possible? How could they have managed to isolate such an effect? He sent another spelled rhetorical woman remained with hands spread out and the spell hit her to no effect.

Rudra thought for a second and slashed his wand through the air. Stones gathered upon themselves to form two earthen lions that jumped at Matsuhito, approaching from the sides to avoid the woman entirely. Matsuhito’s spell hit the earthen lion, but the surprise Rudra had baked into his attack came into effect. The spell hit and then shot off to the side, being completely reflected. The woman shifted, moving to stand in front of one of the lions as two warewolves dove at the second. How pitiful. They still fought like dogs to defend the man that had brought them so much suffering.

The warewolves wrestled the lion into the ground and begun to pummel the stone with their claws and fangs, while the woman waited for the lion to jump at her. It slammed her into the ground and began to tear into her skin. While the teeth were buried into her left shoulder, she somehow managed to place her right hand against the creature’s side. It stopped moving a few seconds later, and she stood, bloodied but alive.