*BOOM* Subtlety is not my style (also not my style modesty, charity, and monogamy, though that last one would require me to honestly be into dating anyone which I'm not), the door to the mercs location went up in a shower of fire and splintered wood. They were holed up in a former mine (I don't know if it was abandoned for no more ore or because the mercs had killed everyone and taken over), the door was a heavy wood and metal type, it had been formerly covering the entrance to the mine (a dumb tactical move as far as I could tell there was no rear entrance, so they basically had one choke point in and out, which seems smart until like someone sets fire to the outside and smokes you all to death). The explosion was brought about my magic and a lot of explosive powder, I'd used the rest of my ill gotten gains to buy more powder than I probably needed and had placed it outside the door (no guard outside, this should have been an indication of something, but you know sometimes you think "Hey I'm lucky") the explosion was so loud and powerful I could hear the tunnel beyond shake from the force.
The entrance was spewing flame and smoke, filling the tunnel beyond. I readied my sword for men to come charging, but there wasn't anything. I waited for screams, or shouts, but just the sound of fire greeted me. I figured I'd been tricked when a loud stomping came up the cave, it shook the ground with each step. I didn't even see the creature it first, the smoke and flame obscured him, I felt it though, a harsh shoulder slam that threw me backwards and on to the ground (not an object so hooray for my sore ass, wait that didn't sound right). I got a good look at my attacker, he was a corrupted (even back then I knew the signs). Twisted black flesh stretched over bulbous beastly muscles. His face was a mash of overly large eyes with a huge open maw (no nose, a shame he could not stop and smell flowers), no clothing, but I could see the corruption had uhh already dealt with this thing breeding. I did also notice his arms were an unnatural red, it took me a moment to figure that was blood and not from me (the blood of the mercs I had hoped to spill come to find out). I didn't have much time to think, angry mc corruptface (of the ashtown corruptfaces, very proper upbringing these boys) was about to smash my face in. I rolled out of the way of one his log like forearms and crawled away as fast as I could go (getting to my feet seemed ill advised). I felt the claw like hand grip my leg, and before I could even think I was launched through the air again. This time I slammed into a forgotten wood crane that was used for something (breaking the falls of amateur fire users probably not intended).
Things got darker, blood was dripping into my eyes from a head wound, I was vaguely aware of the creature in front of me. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, above all else I heard a voice in my head screaming at me to use my magic. I had the vague sense of raising my right arm pointing it at the creature and unleashing. The fire was like a whip of destruction, it caught the corrupt in its mid section and ripped a zig zag strike that opened its insides to the outside, horrible ropes of black guts scorched by fire spilled out. The creature cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. I felt the anger surge with the fire and brought the whip down into a hammer and smashed the corpse of my former tormenter, partially it was just having that much power on display, and partially it was anger at being denied my revenge.
I was satisfied with the destruction when the wave of pain hit. The flesh on my right arm cracked, spikes protuded from the elbow, I screamed, but no sound came, my reckless use of magic had corrupted me, the pain surged from my arm to my insides, before I blacked out I had the sense of a woman walking up to me, and then I was gone into the dark. When I would awake things were different, I would be different. And nothing would ever be the same again. But thats for tomorrow!
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