Nöac the Hellspawn, Son of Vordac, Spider Knight-General, Lord of the Doppelgängers (before monster transformation) |
The old, but massive
door creaks as the Paladins push it open, altogether.
And then, a large, vast hall comes into view. It’s
supposed to be a bridge between sections of this stronghold, except that it
looks more like a spider nest. Thick, sticky webs are everywhere on the walls,
blocking the doors, walls, windows and sections of the floor. Even the
staircase that leads to the second floor of Kraal’Thragon is completely
blocked, fully covered by the webbing.
‘It’s obviously a trap, devised for this sole purpose of
defense,’ says Kyflynn, readying his double dagger, making a stance.
Cristophe, leader of the pack immediately shouts, ‘CAREFUL!
It’s a trap! Get ready for surprises!’
A voice interrupts, ‘No need. Surprise is already here.’
Kyflynn looks around and finds the source of that
frightening voice – in a shape of a man in full plate armor with four extra
limbs other than his hand and feet – giant spider legs, to be exact.
Wielding the infamous Carrion
Lance, the Demonic General known as Nöac comes down the webbed staircase
with the four spider legs on his back in such fashion, like a god descending
from the heavens.
Silently, but frontally.
A challenge, no doubt.
The half-man, half-arachnid greets most politely, with a
salute and a bow, saying, ‘Welcome to the Spider Barricade. In case you haven’t
seen me before, I’m Nöac the Hellspawn, Son of Vordac and his most loyal
retainer. I’m in charge of this area.’
‘The dungeons?’ Adler responds in distaste. ‘Oh, we
happened to stumble upon your handiworks back there, and I’d say you really
deserve a merit, a payment befitting that: A million years in HELL!!’
To this, the Black Prince chuckles before bursts into a
thunderous laugh, ‘Khu-khu… HAHAHAHA! Hell? Sounds like an interesting place
for me. Alas, I think you lot don’t have enough strength to send me there. In
fact, I’m thinking either to stall you all here or send you to hell myself.
You see, when someone comes in this barricade, he can’t
get out.’
Suddenly, Nöac waves his hands and a big web bursts out
from it. FWOORSH!! It hits the entrance door and covers it fully like a prison
bar.
‘Huh! It’s only a measly, brittle web! Let me break it!’
Adler shouts and swings his great sword! TCHACK! ZZZT!! ZZTT!! The web is
electrically charged, and Adler gets electrified!
‘GAAHH!!’ The none-too clever noble screams in pain. His
hands are as though attached on his sword and he can’t take them off. The next
moment, an arrow with razor-sharp wind aura flies like a homing projectile and
CRAASSH!! Cuts the spider web so easily lke a cleaver to a bread.
The Viscount moves back, seemingly out of danger now. He
staggers a bit and then turns to face the man-spider without thanking Iris, his
rescuer. The elf archer doesn’t seem to mind, though. She concentrates on the
enemy like Adler does.
‘Oh, well, there goes my attempt to sort the stupid ones
out. But, never fear. I also invite some friends to liven up this showdown. Forth, arachnids!’
Soon, giant spiders, too many to count by only looking
are booming from everywhere on or hanging down the web. Black, hideous spiders
able to stun their enemies and break them with sharp pincers on their mouths.
CLICK-CLICK! The continously clicking their mouth pincers, sounding a threat of
sure death for all trespassers.
‘Well, that’s one messy battleground. My kind of mess,’
says Kyflynn casually, smiling in the face of danger in contrary of his
serious-faced comrades. ‘Hey, listen,
Chris. I, Tina and Desmond will handle this spider-guy. You lot just clear the
arachnids out of the way, open the path and rush on upstairs,’ he points at the
stairs with his dagger.
‘No, Flynn. I say we must finish this guardian together,’
Chris shakes his head inside his helmet. ‘No one is leaving nobody behind!’ And
the eight-legged gargantuans attack!
To this, the night elf gives the leader a fierce stare,
shouting, ‘No! Trust me. We can handle him. You must be quick! Our army is
being massacred out there, and they’re counting on us! The clock is ticking, so
do as they say and act now!’
‘Very well, you all heard Kyflynn? Let’s do this!’ Chris
shouts at the top of his voice, whacking into a giant spider with gusto.
Finishing conferring among yourselves, eh? Good! Your
lame tactic wont’ work because my lance will skewer you all into oblivion!!’
Saying so, Nöac charges forward!
His first target, of course is the leader of the
Paladins, Cristophe! His lance thrusts forward with a single, centrifugal
drilling motion of Hollow Seeker.
However,
before it comes even close to the target, BHLAANG! Something hits the lance
real hard, deflecting it to another direction! Nöac is pushed backwards and his
two spider legs steps on the floor, halting him.
The man-spider turns and sees the one who interrupted
him: Desmond the Berserker with his signature move, Thousand Gates Break.
And then
Kyflynn’s voice comes, ‘Ah-ah-ah! You’re dealing with us! Just stick to the
agenda, won’t you?’
‘Who the hell
cares about your stupid agenda? Just shut up and DIE!!’ FWOOSHH!! Nöac thrusts
one spider leg to where the voice come from, and it only touches thin air!
The next thing
he sees is the super-quick night elf planting both daggers on both sides of one
outstretched leg with a Backstab. CHRAAPP!!
‘G-GGAAAGHH!!’
Nöac shouts behind the x-shaped visor of his helmet. Kyflynn takes his daggers
out and leaps to the other leg, but he can’t reach it and lands on the floor
instead.
With one spider
leg injured, the Spider Knight gets his feet on the floor. All his opponents
are moving switftly and constantly, so it’s hard to lock on the next target. Aha, there’s one! He thinks.
SQUAARTTSCH!!
Desmond just
flattened a giant spider to the floor like squishing a bug with the forceful
swing-and-slam of his great hammer: Megaton
Impact. That move makes him stationary for a moment, so Nöac attacks him
with his lance and limbs all drilling at once (except the injured one, of
course).
SWIIIRRR!!
SWHIIIRRRR!!! The Five Abyssal Gates are
closing in to that single target! Desmond tries to block it with his hammer and
Stone Skin-reinforced hands.
In addition,
Desmond’s team mate Flynn takes another go from Nöac’s side! SWHIRR!!
Suddenly, the
drills change course! The blue-skinned elf is too late to evade it.
Yet, Kyflynn
darts on, sways a bit and dodges three drills. CCRASSH!! One drill grazes his
waist, and the other his right thigh!
‘UGGH!’ Flynn
suppresses the pain from his wound. ‘Now it’s my turn! Taste my new move: Windwalker Barrage!’
CAP-CAP-CAP-CAP-CAP! The night elf lands multiple thrusts with godly speed on
Nöac like a sudden thunder rain. The Black Prince barely defends himself,
feeling excruciating pain like a thousand needles piercing through his armor,
into his skin and flesh.
Adding to his
misery, the ice mage showers him with a rain of Frost Arrows. The sharp shards of ice are targeted on the spider
legs only, and soon Nöac suffers damage inside and outside.
‘GRRRHH!! YOU –
DON’T – SEE – ANYTHING… YET!!!’
The dark lost
souls in Nöac’s body culminate into a
mana vortex, and he releases it in form of drilling thrusts of his lance
towards his targets: Ten Pits of
Underworld.
SWHIRR! SWIRR!!
Desmond, Tina and Flynn swiftly moves away to evade that attack, and the ten
drills elongate abnormally, thrashing and whipping everywhere like a Decapus
(Octopus has eight legs, Decapus has ten).
CTAARRR! SWIRL!
C’TARRR!! The great ‘tentacles’ chase the three attackers like homing missiles.
Desmond tries to evade one drill, and the second drill comes and drills onto his
back, CRRKL, CRRKL!! Putting his Stone
Skin to the next grade test. Nevertheless, Desmond is still flesh-and-bone
beneath his thickened skin, and blood starts to sprinkle from his slightly
wounded back.
To Desmond’s
surprise, comes the third drill aiming straight towards his head to finish him
off! Ignoring his pain, he again resorts to a frontal, forceful swing of his
hammer, again with the Thousand Gates
Break move!
B’DANGG!! The
impact between the drill and the hammer causes the drill to stop. Instead, the
Bjordan Berserker utilizes that impact force into an overhead swing of Megaton Impact.
CCRRAACCKK!!
That swing with multiplied power hits the man-spider’s black helmet, putting a
crack on its iron surface!
‘GAAAGH!!!’ Nöac
holds his head and is thrown backwards! He staggers and tries to balance
himself while guarding himself from so sudden a massive attack.
Well, no such
attack comes. Instead, he sees the pink-haired sorceress and the green-haired
elf enchantress cast Wind Shear and Fire Wall altogether, cutting and
burning through the cobweb blocking the stairs.
My fellow arachnids... all annihilated? Is this the
power of the Eleven? No, it’s not fair. I need... greater power. I just can’t
handle all of them alone. These three pests can overwhelm me, but not for long.
With all the spares gone so my other partners can handle the, nothing may come
in the way so I can finish them off with my finishing blow.
Soon, the
Paladins run swiftly along the stairway, leaving Kyflynn’s team to manhandle
the man-spider.
Next omes
Kyflynn, just restored from the last assault with drill grazes all over his
body, shouting a taunt, ‘There, you really cannot hold us all in here. Now we
just only have to eliminate you, so you won’t pursue and hinder my partners.
Come on, show us what you’re really made of.’
‘Fine! Now I’m
going to make you eat those words!’ Saying so, Nöac moves fast like lightning,
using all his limbs, encircling the room. He thrusts his lance several times,
but the three dodge it easily. Soon, Kyflynn’s team are all pitted together,
standing back-to-back.
Suddenly,
Kyflynn gets startled and he warns his partners, ‘Look out! It’s a trap! That
tin spider ushered us like shepherd to a flock of sheep, and now he got us
where he wants to!’
Nöac replies, ‘Fast
thinking, night elf! But not fast enough. You are now but three flies trapped
in a web, and my next move will devour you all at once! HEEEAAAHH!!’
Comes next a
rain of chills from all angles, encircling and blocking its targets like a Devourer of the Sun. No one can escape
it unless he can dig very fast and move far enough into the ground.
Great jaws close
in for a quick bite, and the trio forms up defense! Tina conjures a Wall of Ice, and Desmond strengthens his
Stone Skin, raising his great hammer
to the sky, like an umbrella and a human shield to protect his comrades from
the attacks from above.
CRACK! CRASH!
DANG! DANG! CRACK!
The drills break
the ice barrier and hit Desmond and Tina altogether! The berserker grits his
teeth to bear the pain, and he moves a bit to cover the woman he cares for.
Tina, of course
doesn’t say anything, but her eyes stare at Desmond warmly, grateful and
touched by this selfless care. It’s the first time she give him that look, and
this puts a peaceful smile between the hefty man’s trimmed beard, easing his
suffering.
Soon, the
attacks fade away. The Black Prince moves in to reap what he sown, and suddenly
a big drill darts from beneath the formation!
SWWIRLLL!! It
spins faster than Nöac’s, and with a concentrated, massive power, together
forming the Soul-Splitting Drill.
Nöac sways a
little to evade it, and CRAAACK!! The ultra-speed skill hits his head! His
already cracked helmet can’t bear anymore abuse, and PHRAALL!! Breaks into
pieces!
Ending his
counterattack, Kyflynn immediately lands on the floor. The next thing he sees
is Nöac covering his head and face with one hand, leaning on the Carrion Lance
on the other, and then letting out a maniacal laugh.
‘WHUIIHIHIHIHIHIIII!!!’
‘What’s that all
about?’ Kyflynn gets alert and moves into a defensive stance.
‘T-that’s...
that’s hilarious. How pathetic. All those attacks to my strongest spot just to
reveal the face inside my helmet? Well, at least I’ll give you the satisfaction
of staring at my handsome face before you all die!’
Slowly, Nöac
removes his hand and reveals a head with deathly pale-blue skin. His short yet
untidy blond hair, his thick mustache make him look awfully familiar to the
trio, and Tina immediately recognizes the distinguishing big scar on the cleft
where his right eye was, saying, ‘Alaric.’
The pale-skinned
man curls up a smile, ‘Oh, you recognized me eh, frosty lady? For your
information, the ‘Alaric’ you all know has been dead for years, since I
possessed him. And when my ‘human guise’ ‘died’ in the Battle of Myrcalia, Nöac
returned, stronger than ever.
Well, being Lord
of the Doppelgängers has its privileges, you know.’
Note: Page 323 of 487 start
Picture Source: Tibelluss the Spider Knight (Medieval Spider-Man, more like)
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