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×Chapter 11×
×Ambush×
A jet of seething fire erupted out from the tip of Rachel’s finger; it arced in the air and reduced part of the noose to ashes in an instant. Al-Radzur was already commanding his men to put her and Adam to death. Everyone was distracted by a high pitched screech that appeared to be coming from the east and moving towards them. While the guards were distracted Adam punched one in the face and took his sword as the guard rolled around in pain on the ground, suffering a broken nose.
The whistling became a roar, drowning out Al-Radz** as he barked orders to his guards to execute Rachel and Adam. Adam swiftly scanned the area for what could be making the sounds. The rowdy tent where he and Rachel were held captive held no secrets. A fancy wool tent that was furnished with cots, desks, and a whetstone, which was for the guards stood alone and unimposing to the north of where they were. Al-Radzur’s personal palace gleamed white from sun bleaching, with small high set windows and heat absorbing curtains. Adam loathed this overindulgent man who lived in luxury while his guards made residence in a tent.
Adam was pondering this in all the chaos and so very quickly that when his eyes rested for an instant on Al-Radzur’s lavishly furnished palace the source of the roaring was revealed as it hurtled right into camp and smashed the palace to powder.
A huge, flaming, boulder was soaring in an arc towards the camp. Guards abandoned their posts, Rachel protected herself and Adam with a magical shield and Al-Radzur stared like a dimwit as the burning rock crushed his house. Cries sounded in the distance and rows and rows of men appeared on the horizon, garbed in the robes of the Menaphos military force. Leading the horde was a group of men that Radzur seemed to instantly recognize.

30-Dec-2008 23:03:15 - Last edited on 30-Dec-2008 23:07:01 by NovelistElly

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“It’* that accursed general! Men, gather your arms and attack!”
Rachel and Adam noticed that they were no longer the focus of Al-Radzur’s attention. They needed to get away, they needed to get out of the middle of this battle. Adam grabbed Rachel by her dainty hand and pulled her close to him so he could talk over the clamor of the battle.
“Can’t you teleport us out?”
“No, I need the proper runes for teleportation or I would have nowhere to redirect our bodies. We could end up at the bottom of the ocean or inside of a volcano. We could even end up as souls, separated from our body.”
“Well I can’t save the world if I’m dead so just run!”
Rachel was already a step ahead of him, she had remained grasping his hand and had already started running away from the point where it appeared the two armies would converge.
The opposing forces collided and went tooth and nail at each other. Swords flashed as they reflected the early morning sunlight. Battle cries reverberated as if they were echoing off the sand in the air and it seemed as if everything but Adam and Rachel was being gravitated towards the middle of the struggle.
Both sides were unaware of where Rachel and Adam’s allegiance lay and so they were assaulted by each, ducking blades and dodging throwing knives and arrows became routine as the pair rushed through the field of soldiers. Rachel averted her gaze as another burning rock struck the ground in front of them; where a group of embattled soldiers had stood just moments before limbs protruded from under the still burning rock as blood leaked out all around. Adam quickly guided them around the obstacle with great athleticism.

30-Dec-2008 23:05:25 - Last edited on 31-Dec-2008 17:23:11 by NovelistElly

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Tongues of flame spouted forth from the ground and Rachel heard a familiar laugh behind them. Having no where else to go the two turned to face a bruised and bloodied Al-Radzur holding out his staff, prepared to torch them to cinders in an unholy blaze.
“Now you die, fools!” he bellowed.
Adam felt his feet get hot and smelled smoke but Rachel had already seized a handful of water and death runes in her hands. She drew upon the essence of the runes and channeled her magic through them, the runes in her hand disintegrated and a jet of water poured forth from her hands and onto the ground. The flames were cursed and unnatural, the water was vaporized on contact and Adam barely had the time to dive out of the way with Rachel in his arms.
The flames flared on the spot where they had been just moments before and felt the skin on his right leg tighten. Pain seared in his leg where he had just suffered a terrible burn from being near those flames. Adam took out his pilfered sword, a short and standard issue sword, steel with a bronze hilt and decorated with the unholy symbol of Zamorak that was shaped like the horns of a demon. He rushed at Al-Radzur and brought his sword down, aiming for the head. The man raised his staff and stopped the two-handed swing with only one hand grasping his staff, he quickly twisted it and Adam’s remaining force was expended as he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
“I am protected by my Lord and Master, Zamorak himself! You cannot harm me, I am the emissary of his divine and absolute word!” Radzur boasted. “You are insignificant as a fly against my power.”
Rachel shouted out to Adam, “Overpower his protection or we’re not going to be able to beat him!”

30-Dec-2008 23:05:55 - Last edited on 30-Dec-2008 23:06:33 by NovelistElly

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