>>6094613-several unfamiliar powerlevels just spring up outside your home without warning.
"Maz, Kayle, make sure you five stick together, and go right to the mess hall." you tell them, turning the opposite way and heading towards the entrance ramp. "Go."
"Right!" they shout, not arguing with your serious tone and immediately guiding their younger siblings and the prince away. You take off at a run, flying down the hall and arriving at the ramp before the unfamiliar powers have a chance to move more than a yard or two from where they appeared. You slow to a walk, cautiously stepping down the ramp and into the waning daylight. Only to see several figures clad in blood-red energy looking around.
"So, who the hell are you?" you ask, all the figures immediately whirling to face you. Through the energy shielding them, they seem to be wearing either antique armor or flowing robes, each either drawing from thin air massive weapons they shouldn't have been able to conceal, or what are clearly magical staves and implements. The closest to you, carring a staff with dozens of crystals like your son's own and a headpiece with either feathers or wings on it raises his staff, Abyssal Dark gathering at the end of it. Recognizing what's about to happen, you make the only logical choice: attack. "HRRAAAAA!"
Your emerald aura blazes as you ascend directly into your Berserker God form, blasting the almost dozen dark magic-shrouded beings back. Knocking the one who tried to use Abyssal magic flat on his back, you leaping off the ramp and stomping down with both heels. One smashing in his face, splattering phantom blood and brain matter while the second crushing his ribcage, you feeling bones shatter under the force of your attack.
"SHIT!" one warrior shouts, flipping over his two-handed blade and swinging it down at you. His sword resembles your own, albeit in far worse repair. But the being is too slow, you stepping back with your right and twisting clockwise. Watching his blade pass you harmlessy, bisecting the dissolving corpse of the first one. Before you can finish him off, however, another's recovered, firing a flurry of crossbow bolts your way. Kicking off with your right foot you leap back, dodging nearly a dozen projectiles as then another wizard levels their staff, firing a powerful beam of energy.
Having lept aside far enough, your home no longer being in the line of fire, you also dodge the beam, continuing to circle the group clockwise. Only for a nearly-naked man with ephemeral wings to leap from the group, twin lances drawn back as he then lunges at you. Accelerating through the air, as if the wings make him fly faster while stabbing his weapons at you.
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