◈ Chapter 82:
Rain stared at the hypnotising Fel Fire for a moment longer, then he turned to leave, he needed to set his next-
The Hellhound was there, somehow uninjured after he had brutally kicked it. It was already in the air, leaping for his neck, already on him, its serrated teeth clamped down and he found himself fully in its grip, its jaws around his throat. Then the Hellhound blinked and he found himself nearer the fire, then it blinked again and he tried to scream as the heat scorched him, he grabbed at the hound, frantic, it blinked once more and the fire was everywhere.
But the Ranker wasn't content to leave him alone. He heard a bellowed roar and the burning wall exploded, the Ranker smashing through with his shoulder, his massive blade already spinning around him. The slab of savage iron took Rain in the side and he felt his internal organs burst as it ripped him off his feet and sent him through the exterior wall in a conflagration of flame.
He tumbled through the air, burning, flailing, then slammed down on the wide town square, bouncing across the stone, like a ragdoll, until he smashed into the solid stone base of the belltower set at the top of the square with a grisly crunch.
He howled and slapped desperately at the green fire eating away at him, burning his paws, making his injuries worse. It felt like it took an eternity of horrifying agony, his flesh turning to ash under the flame, but at last the last of it went out and he slumped on the ground, drawing in ragged painful breaths.
The sound of heavy boots neared and he closed his eyes. He couldn't fight this. This man had soaked himself in the world of demons, he wasn't
Just
a leveler anymore, he was something else.
The sound of cobblestone shattering caused his ear to twitch and he cracked an eye to find the Ranker had stabbed his sword in the ground. He stared down at him and Rain knew he was just another monster for this man.
The Ranker cracked the thick fingers on his one hand then the other. The Hellhound sat and waited patiently by his side, waiting to see its master's intent.
Rain's paws came up, pathetically weak, wobbling, a vague attempt to keep the beast away. The Ranker knocked them aside with a laugh then struck him around the face. Blood sprayed from his muzzle splashing across the cobble. He raised his paws once more, digits spread. The Ranker seemed slightly less pleased with his resistance this time and grabbed at his paws, fingers interlocking, crushing strength holding his digits, the Ranker pushed down, forcing Rain's arms down with his overwhelming strength, holding him down.
"Who are you? Tell me."
"I'm nobody."
"No, you are not, you know me. How."
"I knew you in another life."
"Meaning you changed, tell me what you did."
"I died. I died and then I came back Ranker. I was given a second chance and I used it."
"A wasted chance."
"Was it?"
Rain's paws which were pretending weakness suddenly surged to life and he clamped down on the Ranker's hands, crushing the Rankers hands back, locking him in place, locking him in place close, very, very, close.
The Ranker glanced between his trapped hands, brow furrowing, he tried to pull back but to no avail, Rain had a death grip on him and as he was hauled forward Rain rolled back his head back drawing in a deep deep breath, calling up a rolling rip snarl roar from his very soul. He drew in rooms worth of air, his maw stretching wide, and then he swung his head forward letting it loose directly into the Ranker's face. A shockwave blew out from his maw, rippling and shimmering the air, a sound like distant thunder in extreme close proximity, deep bone shaking bass that generated violent growing vibration. Strings of blood and spit strung between his open jaws stretched and broke as the sound hit, flecking off into the air as the sound built and built and built, booming ever louder.
Dust ripped from the cobble in every direction as the sound billowed outward, then the cobble began to shift too. The ground was shaking, trembling, the cobble rippling, above them the bell tower visibly shifted back and forth the great bronze bell inside clanging solemnly with each swaying swing. Buildings around the square were starting to fall, their roofs breaking apart, tiles sheeting down to crash to the ground stories below.
The Ranker was desperately trying to get away, trying rip his hands free, viciously kicking at Rain even as blood poured from his ears and mouth and nose, veins of red shooting across his white sclera and then bursting, making his iris a spot of colour in a field of blood red. He was screaming now, roaring his fury at what Rain was doing to him, his body shredding apart under the onslaught of sound, his internal organs rupturing and popping, arteries bursting.
At last, the terrible ripsnarl roar came to an end. Rain's ears were filled with a very loud ringing and he could hear nothing else. It took him a few moments of rapid blinking to clear his mind and his blurred vision. The Ranker was still in front of him, held up in his paws.
He looked fucking awful.
