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Adventures of Illuminatus: Blackrock Foundry	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kromog
Written to Warriors by Imagine Dragons
“Kologarn 2.0, am I right?” Thanatoss laughed, checking the edge of his blades to make sure they weren’t chipped too badly. He joined a small crowd beside a Jeeves, allowing the small robot to make repairs to his weaponry and armor.
“The fight works kinda the same way.” Nph said. “Only we don’t have to worry about killing his hands.”
“So this should be easy.”
“Yyyyeah, maybe not.”
Thanatoss raised a brow at Nph, and the paladin refused to meet the orc warrior’s gaze. He looked over at Xallion, waiting for the shaman to begin his explanation of the fight they were about to engage in.
Xallion snapped closed his journal and slid it away in his pack. “Okay,” he started, “dis seems easy enough. Tanks are gonna take de left side, ranged in de middle, and de melee on de right. Kromog’s gonna focus on de tanks for de most part, so ya two are in charge of doin’ what ya do best. De ranged and de melee gotta look out for his smash and dese swirlies on the ground dat look exactly like what’s his name in Heart of Fear. We gotta avoid d’ose as much as we can. De otha t’ing is he’s gonna summon up dese little runes on de floor. If dere red, get outta dem. If dere yellow, stand on dem.”
“Make sure you’re by yourself on them, though.” Schio pointed out. “Or we’re all gonna die.”
Xallion nodded. “Dose yellow runes gonna form hands, and dey’ll keep us from bein’ blasted up inta de air. De damage he does durin’ dat will kill whoever’s not in d’ose hands instantly, ‘less you got a pally bubble or somethin’ of de like. If ya don’t t’ink ya can shield in time, just get in a hand. Once we in de hand, ya gotta break yourselves out.”
“The hunters should take the right side hands, so they can barrage or multishot themselves and us out. Anyone else who has area of effect spells should be doing the same.” Xandyr mentioned. He nodded at Schio as she tapped his shoulder, adhering the soul-stone to him.
“Anything else we need to know?” Julip asked.
Xallion shook his head. “Nah, not really. Just don’t die.”
The group slowly split into their smaller teams and took up their positions. Kromog stared at them with indifference, as if the giant couldn’t care enough to even lift a hand against the fighters arranging themselves before him.
Greymoon bellowed and charged Kromog, gaining the giant’s attention to draw him away from the others. As soon as Grey began the attack, everyone else unleashed their spells or swung their swords, trying to whittle down the monster looming before them. Even as they attacked, they kept aware of what was going on around them, straining their ears for any yelled orders.
Kromog suddenly turned toward melee, raising his arms up high above his head. Noticing the movement, the melee scooted toward the side, managing to avoid the downward strike that would’ve crushed them into piles of goo and metal had it connected. When Kromog turned back to the two tanks, the melee returned to their first position, and continued their assault on the monster. Each strike of their blades or claws took chunks of hard flesh from Kromog’s body, making little divots that didn’t quite bleed. Even the casters’ spells didn’t seem to be doing much damage to Kromog’s flesh, though it was hard to ignore the fel- and ice-burns and the arrows sticking out of his flesh.
When Kromog turned toward the ranged and raised his arms up, they scattered left and right to avoid the smash, then collapsed back on each other when it was over. They moved forward when a red rune appeared under their feet, and out of the corner of their eyes, they could see two massive hands on either side of them. It didn’t take long for them to understand the purpose of those two massive hands, as they suddenly rushed forward toward that rune, smashing together with a thunderous crash. It was only by a thin hair that a few of them managed to escape being crushed between them.
The swirls were a little bit more difficult to dodge, since they came in bunches and were often close together. It took a little bit of dancing to avoid most of them, though not all of them were avoided. It took a little bit of getting used to, watching out for the whirls that were rushing toward them fast enough to cause just a split second of panic.
“Runes!” Schio yelled, already hurrying to a forming yellow rune on the floor.
At her cry, the others hurried to find a yellow rune of their own, which caused another dance of panic since there were a few confused people who stood on runes already occupied. In the spare seconds before the runes formed, there was a madcap dash for open yellow runes, with some people barely getting inside by the skin of their teeth.
The small hands exploded out of the ground, enveloping the fighters in protective grips. The hands kept them from being flung up into the air by Kromog’s pounding fists, but at the same time, the hands didn’t quite protect them from the incoming damage. They were forced to take their attention off Kromog and focus on the hands enveloping them, breaking each other out one by one. Between rains of fire, star falls, barrages, and those who were freed first breaking the hands that held the others. When they were all free, they returned to aiding Xandyr and Greymoon with the fight against Kromog.
The fight continued in that way for a while. The more they encountered Kromog’s abilities, the faster they became at dodging them. Though a few still were unable to avoid things, the damage they took from them was minimal, either catching just the edge or being a little too slow to move completely out of the way.
When the yellow runes appeared again, the fighters were better prepared this time, managing not to lose a single one as Kromog began to smash his fists into the platform. They were all faster in breaking each other out of the stone hands as well, returning to the battle faster than before.
Kromog’s eye rolled in its socket, sweeping over the three split groups with rage that such tiny creatures would dare to attack him. His swings became harder, and it wasn’t hard to tell that he was growing increasingly angry the longer he couldn’t smash the fighters beneath him to tiny pancakes. At that point, Xallion triggered the blood lust ability, allowing his allies to be filled with extra power as they fought to take even more pieces out of Kromog’s skin. Blood - theirs and Kromog’s - was already flying, splattering the floor in droplets that made footing a little precarious. Somehow, though, they managed to keep on their feet, healing magic sealing up wounds almost as fast as the wounds were opened. Kromog bellowed, the sound drowning out all else. His hands lifted again, sending arcs of blood spraying through the air.
The warriors of Illuminatus scrambled for the yellow runes, managing just in time to get within the safety of the stone hands before Kromog brought his hands down hard. For a moment, Kromog stayed the way he was, panting harshly, even as Xandyr rushed forward to grab the monster’s attention. Kromog swayed this way and that, his eye rolling around in its socket as if he couldn’t quite focus on the smaller creatures below, still hacking away at him and ignoring the obvious signs of his distress.
“Look out!” Jaycie yelled, already running toward the back of the room as Kromog suddenly pitched forward.
Everyone else scrambled out of the way of the falling behemoth, though they were still lifted off the ground by a few inches by the monster’s thunderous landing. Kromog’s body seemed to deflate in death. Blackhand’s voice rang out then, echoing from wherever he was. The fighters of Illuminatus barely paid attention to that voice, still staring at the monster that was now taking up most of the ledge they were standing on.
“Now where?” asked Digitz, carefully stepping around a large, still hand and eyeing it like it was going to come to life and squeeze him until his eyes popped out of their sockets.
“Now,” started Xallion, “we go back up an’ go through the last wing o’ de place.”
“What’s that mean?”
Cos grinned at the rogue. “It means we’re gonna go get run over by trains.”
“What?”
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