>>5362657Uncorking an Elixir that was attached to your belt, you pour the drought onto the wounds that you had taken. The potent healing magic works its way into your body, slowly but effectively undoing the damage you had taken during the battle. As you crouch behind the wagon, letting the concoction do its trick, you watch the ongoing fight between Sebastian and the Demonic Beast.
Ordinarily, when you fight Demonic Beasts, you do your best to stay out of their way. You lack the strength to take more than one or two hits from the enormous creatures. This is not a shortcoming that exists exclusively to you. Over the years, you’ve seen the beasts wreak havoc through soldier and structure alike, rampaging nonstop until they was put down. For an ordinary person to hope to stand a chance against them, they must work together as a cohesive unit and avoid the beast’s blows. Watching Sebastian hold the beast off, it’s clear to see that he is no ordinary person. The Knight of Faerghus resembles the same Fortress City that he came from. Each of the Demonic Beast’s attacks are batted away by his shield, with nary a wince on his face showing hurt. Each claw attack that is swiped away, Sebastian counters with a swift swing of his axe, hurting the creature bit by bit. He’s not the fastest fighter, but he doesn’t need to be. His strength and fortitude allow him to stand his ground against the beast. A feat you’ve only seen accomplished by individuals in possession of either a Heroes Relic, or a weapon such as your Blessed Lance.
While Sebastian holds the creature off, Caleb and his archers continue to fire a barrage of arrows at the giant target. The creature is completely fixated on Sebastian, ignoring the damage done by the surrounding Blackwings, until a brutal axe strike from Corrine cracks that hideous mask it wears into pieces. Stumbling back the Demonic Beast, lets loose a loud, pained roar. Losing it’s one piece of protection, Caleb’s arrows strike much deeper, as do Corrine and Sebastian’s attacks. Without having to lift a finger yourself, the Demonic Beast is on the verge of falling. As it gets ready to launch itself at the Blackwing’s human bulwark, a wyvern rider from above divebombs his spear into the beast’s skull, piercing its brain.
“Wow, we killed ours before you? You’re slacking, Commander.” Nero laughs, as he pulls his spear out, a wet fountain of blood jetting from the wound.
“Is that all of them?!” Corrine asks, panting.
Nero nods. “All dead on our side. Not many wounded. That stupid animal trampled through its own men. How’d they fit these damn things into the wagons anyway?”
The wagons! That noise you heard. Something inside is definitely alive. Could there somehow be more Demonic Beasts lurking inside?
>A): Burn the wagons, take no chances.>B): Cautiously open the wagon you heard the crying from 