Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stared at Galamon as red mist poured out of his body. He was running things through his head in a panic, yet held out his hands to follow his course of action.

“Remember what we talked about, Galamon,” Argrave called out. “Stay conscious. All your years of experience in fighting this thing—use it. You are stronger than the beast.”

A spell matrix whirled in Argrave’s hand—one of C-rank. Then, his black blood started to come free of his hand, bringing the pain that came with blood magic all too familiar to Argrave. He used the spell [Putrid Paramerion], summoning a potent weapon of blood that took the form of the curved sword from which the spell took its name.

The red mist responded to this spell like piranhas smelling blood in the water. It started to flow towards Argrave, coalescing into biting fangs that threatened to chip away at the impeccable surface of the bloody blade.

“Muriem, Rhomaden,” Argrave repeated. “What do those names mean to you?”

Looking at Galamon, whose eyes had been completely obscured by the glowing red mist pouring out of his orifices, it was difficult to feel as though he was talking to a person.

“How did you meet Muriem?” Argrave asked, expecting no answer. He pulled the blade close to him and knelt until his face was level with Galamon’s. “And how did that lead to that little boy you named Rhomaden? I don’t need the details, just think about it.”

No noise came from Galamon, either way. The people nearby stared at Argrave strangely… all except Anneliese. In his free hand, Argrave cast another spell—a druidic spell. His Brumesingers scampered out of his clothing, surprising both Svetlana and Ganbaatar. The elf, who still held his wire around Galamon’s neck, had the forbearance to refrain from anything stupid. The small fox creatures hated the cold, yet they obeyed Argrave’s order nonetheless. Their mist spread out around them, prepared for combat.

“Keep him steady,” Argrave commanded all nearby. Then, he plunged the blade forth.

The curved sword of blood pierced Galamon’s abdomen, and the snow elf naturally writhed for a moment. The mist pouring from Galamon started to coalesce—not around the blade, but back into Galamon.

“Fight it!” Argrave shouted. “You don’t want this blood. The beast wants the blood. Let the beast have it—let the beast take it! But Galamon, you must refrain, because that’s not what you want,” Argrave said through clenched teeth, fighting past the enormity of his instincts that screamed at him not to hurt his companion.

many ways. Yet then… Argrave started to notice something else beyond his movements. There was something else… a

the redness emanating from Galamon’s body an echo was not quite right. It did not merely follow what he did… indeed,

it! Think of food, of breathing, of drinking water again! Think of setting foot upon the frozen shores of Veiden! Think of stepping past

was doing. As though craning against invisible bindings, it reached, pulling against the force, trying to bring its hands inward to grasp the blade of blood plunged into its stomach. The surface of the blade started to chip away,

him. “Your end’s not in sight. Not until you’ve done what the world needs you to do. Your family, your friends… Damn you, you’re going to do what I need you to do. I

and pulled with both arms. Unlike how it entered, the paramerion fought dreadfully to stay stuck, and Argrave knew he’d hooked the fish he’d been baiting. All watched Argrave with shock and awe… then, the blade shot out, and Argrave staggered back. Galamon slumped over, no strength left in him, and Ganbaatar kneeled as he fell so as

wasn’t the only one holding onto the blade of blood that he’d conjured. There was another, and they were larger than even him. With indiscriminate red features, Galamon’s vampiric beast looked at Argrave. And the red construct was most definitely alive. Anneliese had a

to retreat to the defense of his

mist warrior conjured by the Brumesingers had. Their chiming howls echoed and their mist spread out, and before long five spears held by five warriors thrust towards the vampiric beast.

by the Brumesingers. The beast changed targets to Anneliese. The thing moved so ridiculously quickly that the only thing she could do was conjure a ward with her enchanted ring. The humanoid beast slammed against it, then gained its bearings and kicked off

managed to get a ward up. The creature learned from its brief encounter

Svetlana, Argrave was ruing underestimating the beast itself. It was a relatively weak, if speedy, construct that he assumed would be dispatched the moment people saw it. Even Anneliese, who had been informed beforehand, could not act fast enough. He neglected to make the proper preparations. As it neared Svetlana, Galamon,

and though a great bit of it

around quickly… yet then, seeing opposition from nearly every direction, made the most unexpected choice. It started to run away, heading away from the abandoned ranch house and towards the city. Anneliese cast more lighting

[Electric Eels], yet already the creature was getting away. He feared some damage being done

a glint in the air, and realized Ganbaatar was standing… and his wires were free of Galamon’s throat. He threw out his left hand, and another knife flew through the air. The creature dodged again, and then made to keep running. Ganbaatar manipulated his hands,

fearing the worst, ran up beside Ganbaatar. The creature, utterly severed in half, persisted in solid shape as the two of them walked towards it. Its lower half was regenerating ever so slowly. Argrave felt like he was staring at an echo of Galamon. He was reminded of the time he’d seen the man frenzied by intense blood loss… this creature had

noted, breathing slightly heavily. He put his boot on the back of the creature, ceasing to conjure

his heartbeat,” Ganbaatar returned. The creature tried to reach at Argrave’s foot yet