Continuing. Who's the big, bad boss at the end of this fight?
Heimdall's mental energy, compressed into a powerful ball, exploded out of his body, whirling towards the nearest Condor. The Condor was hit full force with a mind flay strong enough to knock out even a very strong magician. However, the Condor exhibited very minor symptoms. It reeled backwards and staggered around, frothing. Then, its beady eyes fixed on Heimdall.
But... why? Then, Heimdall knew.
His power is composed of the hundreds of souls who died today. I only destroyed one of their minds. "Mental attacks are useless!" Heimdall called.
But how are we going to take down these things? The Condor flapped its wings, running towards Heimdall at full speed. The magicians behind him scattered in all directions. Heimdall leaped straight into the air, using telekinesis to propel himself upwards.
I can't go up too far. He's a bird, for god's sake. He floated just above the Condor, who shot past him on the ground. It cawed in fury, rising to the sky.
Heimdall raised himself higher, just above the Condor. The Condor whipped around and rushed at him.
Just what I wanted. Right when the Condor was below him, he extended his knee blades and released his telekinesis on his own body, plummeting downwards. The long, frozen blade tore into the Condor's flesh as Heimdall fell past it. He rolled once he hit the ground and got up, the wounded Condor limping after him. The other two Condors were herding the other magicians into a corner. Veneficus was tossing spells at the smaller one, but each spell only took down one consciousness.
"You have to take it down physically!" Heimdall shouted. Just then, with surprising speed despite its injury, the Condor leaped towards Heimdall. He scooted back quickly, just missing its snapping beak, and slashed it in the face with an elbow blade. The Condor took a step back and opened its mouth, screeching in pain. Heimdall held both hands over his ears.
God, that's loud!The Condor chose that moment to strike. It flapped once, a deadly shadow descending over Heimdall. Then, its talons flashed. Heimdall hit the ground and the Condor landed behind him. Sprawled on the ground, the Condor turned around and eyed his enemy, now fallen. Up close, Heimdall could smell its breath -its fetid, rotten breath.
But that's the least of my worries. A giant avian is about to eat me alive.