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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            The wind was more a challenge than the demons infesting the walls. Although the footing was treacherous, the boots Haedrig had crafted were fashioned like demon talons over the toes. Between those sharp points and the heels, she had no trouble moving across the icy snow. It was the sudden blasts of wind that nearly blew her from the walls whenever she was not shielded by some stone tower or rise. It was slowing her down and her anger was growing.
            Grabbing one of the shadowy spider's legs, she pulled herself into a strong blast of wind, keeping her head down as she pushed on. Her companion was closer to the ground, protected by the wall's guard and able to move without as much trouble as she was having. So, bow and arrow in one hand, the other often flew to grab hold of its anchor or the wall to make sure she was not blown over.
            She had managed to light three of the fires and was on her way to the fourth. Due to the storm the walls were mostly empty--save for corpses of the guards unlucky enough to be caught out in the open. Several corpses of winged demons were also found, riddled with arrows or burnt to cinders. At least the defenders had managed to take the things with them from all appearances. It did little to comfort her as her hatred burned within her breast, fueled by every new body she saw or every trail of blood leading over the wall.
            A scream from ahead caused her to lift her head and squint through the wind-driven snow. Red came to her vision and she moved forward in a sprint, keeping low as possible. Sure enough, a keep guard was there, fighting off several bright green demons she was all too familiar with. Releasing the spider, she drew the waiting arrow back and loosed it as she moved. Each shot sent one of the runts flying.
            "Get away from him!"
            Then the guard fell as a thrown spear drove into his body. It gave her a clear sight of the two larger brutes beyond and the one that had thrown the spear. Lunging forward, she skidded to a stop on one knee beside the fallen guard as her spider attacked the two brutes. It used her arrows to climb them, driving the bolts in further as it sank its fangs repeatedly into demon flesh. As her power had grown, so had the creatures she conjured so the spider's jaws tore hunks of flesh free every time it bit.
            She was distracted by a screech from above. A purple-tainted shape was diving toward her from above and she switched her aim toward it. Her aim was impaired by the snow flying into her face but she still fired several bolts in a row. The thing screamed, jerking and wings flailing as it fell toward them. Diving to the side, she covered the guard's body as the flier narrowly missed crashing into them, bouncing up and being thrown over the wall by another gust of wind.
            Pushing herself back up, she glared to where the other demons had been. Her spider was finished with them, bloodied and making its way back to her. Since it was a magic thing, it did not feel the cold nor care. Turning her attention back to the guard, she gave him a quick check. The spear had driven through his side but not hit anything vital. If he received healing soon, he would survive to fight again.
            "It's hopeless!"(1) he said as she put the bow aside to see if there was any bleeding inside his armor. "We're all going to die."(2)
            Narrowing her eyes, she dropped one hand to her belt. Opening the hard leather cases there, she pulled a healing potion free. Gripping the vial between her teeth, she reached out to grasp the spear. A hard pull straight back brought the guard up off the stone floor as well. "Aaaagh!"(3)
            Tossing the bloody thing away, she grabbed the vial and caught the cork in her teeth to pop it open. Instead of pressing it to his lips, she poured the liquid straight into the break in his armor and the gaping hole in his side. Stopping before the potion was fully gone, she then shoved his helm up enough to get the bottle to his lips and make him drink the remainder.
            "It is only hopeless if you give up," she growled as she tossed the empty vial aside, shattering it on the stone. "Everything dies. Take as many with you as you can before you do."
            Groaning, the guard sat up slowly, gripping his wounded side. But no more blood was flowing. The potion had already begun to do its work. Rising, she grabbed her bow and gave the guard a shove to get him out of immediate sight against the wall. Satisfied he would live a little longer to kill a few more demons, she moved on her way again, kicking the green corpses out of her path as she continued.
            More screeching came from ahead along with the cries of men struck in combat. The fighting was always ahead or around her, never where she was. It was making her mad. Clenching her jaw against the sudden need to let her teeth chatter, she pressed forward. Suddenly, the wind ceased to howl and there was a clear spot. Staggering at the loss of resistance from the wind, she tensed and scanned for the attack that was surely coming.
            Something struck her from behind and metal groaned as a powerful force crushed it in its grasp. Pain twinged in her shoulder as she twisted to bring her bow up. The flier's jaws opened as it shrieked in her face, fetid breath choking her with the stench of rotten and half digested flesh. A spear caught it in that open maw and the pressure was gone, letting her crash to the ground. The guard she had just saved was staggering toward her, still gripping his side but sword in hand.
            "Run!"(4) he shouted.
            Another flier rose up from behind the wall with a screech. Even as she loosed her arrow toward it, she was too late. The wind caught her bolt and sent it flying harmlessly over the demon. The creature grabbed the guard in its talons and beat its skeletal wings hard to carry him over the wall. Even as he screamed, she saw him stabbing the flier in the breast with his sword and its screams of pain. He had done exactly as she asked.
            Hatred almost choked her as rage made everything appear red. Red as the blood smeared over the ground. Red as the colors of the dead guards. Red as the fire rising so suddenly from inside it erupted from her in a scream of rage. And she let it. The cold was suddenly gone as her body burned and she rose. The wind beat at her and she stood solid against it, stalking along the battlement like a creature possessed.
            The hulking demons with massive maces clambering up the walls barely reached the top before they were sent plummeting back to their deaths as her arrows devoured them from the inside out. Snow rose around her form as the wind whipped the white cloak out behind her like some vengeful angel's bloodied wings. Power filled her and bled in crimson hate from her glaring eyes.
            Suddenly, the ground quaked and lurched. Killa spun and brought her bow up just as a flier appeared from the sky to slam into her back. Its claws scrabbled in attempt to grab hold as her arm came back and she drove the bladed guard extending past her elbow up into its body. Screaming, it flew off and crashed into the ground, skidding away as she rolled over the stone to be stopped by the rail. Then a roar made the ground tremble.
            Darkness fell as a giant shadow was cast over the walk where she had been standing just a moment before. Looking up, she started to move when a giant bladed leg came down. A scream was torn from her as the tip pierced her side, a foot of the blade slicing deeper into her waist as the demonic hell bearer secured its grip on the top of the wall. The giant worm-like monstrosity appeared unaware of her form trapped against the wall by its claw.
            Massive jaws ringed by fangs and framed by barbed tusks opened as it spewed the load of demons it carried in its foul innards onto the wall. The stubby runts of fallen troopers and their overlords landed and slid over the ground before getting to their feet and hefting their weapons. Several casters also landed and immediately started to cast spells to protect the thing retching up more of the demonic horde.
            Even trapped, Killa was not helpless. Ignoring the pain that emanated from her side, she brought her bow up. Multiple arrows were set as she aimed not at the demons but toward the sky. Orange light flared around the shafts, blackening them as she drew the string back. Releasing it pulled on where the bladed leg had her pinned and her hatred ignited the arrows as they soared upward. The wind was unable to touch these as they reached the highest point of the rise and turned to rain downward. Each bolt split into two, then four, spreading her vengeance over the demons around her.
            Roars of pain deafened her as she twisted to loose arrows up into the massive jaws of the hell bearer. It roared, retching again even as the bolts ate away at its putrid flesh, searing and eating skin and muscle away from bone. Thrashing, it lost part of its grip, slipping and jerking as it scrabbled to regain its hold. Killa was relentless, firing bolt after bolt into is head until finally it fell. She screamed again when the leg trapping her was wrenched free, opening her side further.
            Demons left by the bearer had spotted her and began to close in as she brought her arm up and grabbed another arrow. The closest to her fell with the blackened bolt driving straight through its skull to strike one of the overlords in the chest. Her spider had killed one of the casters and held the other at bay so it had not been able to raise the fallen shock troops. It was only a matter of time as the overlords closed in behind the cannon fodder.
            "I'll see your heart!"(5)
            She jerked at the familiar cry, as surprised as the demons were when something silver was there, slamming into them with a charge powerful enough to knock the entire group down and send the smallest flying. Light flashed off metal and blinded the demons as well as the fallen hunter. They screeched and turned their attention on the newest threat.
            Blinking light out of her vision, Killa managed to push herself up, not aware of the red smears the motion left on the ground or her side. Again she drew an arrow and fired but missed. Shaking her head sharply, she drew another, forcing herself to focus. The next bolt struck its target. Unfortunately, it split in two shafts when it struck the thick shoulder piece. Half drove into the shoulder and separated the joint from the socket.
            The other half of the bolt struck the corpse of the flier that had knocked her against the wall. Only, it was not a corpse. With a pained screech the demon lurched up and began clawing its way toward her, dragging its wounded body across the snow. Grabbing another arrow, her vision blurred as she drew her bow. Blinking hard, she tried to focus as her head swam. Then silver and blue filled her sight.
            "Forget that one! I AM YOUR FOE!"(6)
            Killa dropped her bow lest she accidentally hit the templar. Catching the drawn arrow beneath the curl of one finger, she freed her other hand to scrub at her eyes and try to clear her vision. It helped enough that when she looked for another target, she saw the mangled corpses left in the templar's devastating wake. He had taken her kills. Rage kept her alert as her hatred boiled once more.
            Pushing herself upright, she struggled to get to her feet. Swaying as she stood, she grabbed the wall. In her distraction, her companion had been undone by the demon attacks. Making note of that, she made herself turn away from the templar and his last kill. Leaning heavily on the wall, she let her hate consume her. Straightening, she began to walk forward, heading for the signal fire visible just around the next tower and corner of the walls.
            "It feels good to be on a battlefield again."(7) Kormac said behind her.
            Killa managed a couple more steps before a blast of wind sent her staggering to the side. Somehow, she managed to stay on her feet and move on. Then the wind was blocked as a shadow fell over her. Instinctively she spun, bow up only to have her twist turn into a swoon sending her falling as the bloodied stones rose to meet her.
            "Hunter!" came an oddly distant cry as she felt herself caught.
            Arms were around her as darkness cleared her vision and she blinked, registering that she was staring into familiar green eyes. But the name they belonged to was suddenly slipping away along with the sound of the wind and thunder from battle. Her side was throbbing and she felt something oozing wet and hot dragging a chill down her leg and spreading beneath her armor.
            "By the gods, Killa...what have you done?"
            Everything was slipping away. A scream of rage rose from inside as darkness filled her vision and she clawed at consciousness, enraged it was slipping through her fingers like blood. Then, even her hatred bled away...

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Author's Note:
            I'd planned to continue writing but I seem to have hit a writer's block on this chapter. Since I am trying this new manner of writing, I'll leave this rest as it is and see what the next chapter brings. Apparently starting a fresh chapter helps in times like these. I hope it's so otherwise...this actually might be the end of the story. Feedback? Might help.
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