Heimdall and the party moves out of the house, running along the streets of the town faster than anyone thought possible. Xanriel took to the air, joining the imps and winged devils in aerial combat against the tainted Bone Dragons. Even as Heimdall watched, Xanriel blinded the dragons with his true form, casting sacred spells of death and driving pestilence deep within the hearts of the dragons.
The imps whirled around, slashing with sharp claws and flaming breath. The dragons fought back, however; their breath was enough to poison a fully grown man, and they themselves had a thousand jagged teeth, claws, and spines. It was a fierce battle.
Ragen and Dorfl rushed to fight against the zombies and ghouls. Meanwhile, the vampires and demons were battling against the massive skeleton army. The vampires were naturally hard to kill; with every slash that they made, they only grew more powerful. However, the sheer number of skeletons was enough to more than overwhelm them.
The demons were known throughout the world for their relentless offensive ability, and with scythes slashing and pitchforks blazing, they took down many a skeleton. Again, there were simply too many skeletons to fight off, and every time a twisted blade infused with poisons plunged into the heart of a demon, the skeletons only seemed to grow more numerous.
Dorfl swelled to an immense size which Heimdall thought was impossible. He was a furious sight to see, a veritable juggernaut tearing through the infested corpses that lay before him. Ragen was untouchable, his muscular form smashing straight through the dark forms of ghouls and his Diamond Shield glinting in the dark scene.
Zanthos stood atop a rooftop, sniping at zombies and ghouls. His rapid-fire shots held back the offensive, but Heimdall knew that he was quickly running out of arrows. He saw Jonathan fighting Mavros in the center of town - a fierce battle that would undoubtedly end in death.
Leaving the adventurers to handle the fight against the Bone Dragons and zombies, Heimdall saw a row of mages in the back row of the skeleton army. As he looked closer, he saw what they truly were. Garbed in black robes, they were tall beings that had learned the arts of necromancy.
Liches, thought Heimdall. They were the ones causing the endless stream of skeleton warriors; with every incantation they made, a new undead warrior was formed from the ground. Heimdall ran across the town, using his psychokinesis to propel himself further.
Slashing through the skeleton army with martial nimbleness, he met Ragen. "Clear me a path to the liches," said Heimdall.
"We'll see what I can do," said Ragen through gritted teeth. "Stand back." Heimdall watched as Ragen jumped upwards several yards into the air. He could only stare as Ragen came down, smashing his fists against the ground. Within seconds, the shockwave had rippled out around them, an earthquake of force that had scattered the skeleton forces. "Go, go!" shouted Ragen, mace already in hand. Heimdall ran towards the liches, already working to repair the damage Ragen had wrought.
Heimdall skittered to the right. A gigantic column of blood had suddenly appeared before him, smashing a knot of skeletons to bits. He looked up and saw Jonathan, casting a terrible incantation. Heimdall reached the liches, stabbing one in the back with an elbow blade.
Already, the rest were upon him, battering into his mind like a set of deadly daggers. He concentrated upon his own mental energy, ignoring the mental attacks. He formed a highly condensed sphere of mental power within himself that the liches could not penetrate. Then, with a jolt of force, he released his control upon the sphere. It exploded outwards, shattering the minds of the liches. He opened his eyes to see several black cloaks on the floor. Perfect, he thought. He heard a noise behind him; instinctively, he stabbed at it with an elbow blade. He had just caught a skeleton right in the rib cage.
The army may not be infinite anymore, but there are still a whole ton of them out there, thought Heimdall, running a safe distance away from the heat of the battle. He got onto a rooftop, casting spells down upon the skeletons tirelessly. It's going to be a long battle.
Done.
