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Part IV: A Brush With Set
Blurrking sheathed his sword and we proceeded down the corridor
towards Set's throne room. It wasn't long before we reached the
T-junction that led to Lyrania's Chamber and Set's throne room.
Blurrking peeked around the corner into Set's chamber. A shiver
overcame him.
'This is going to be tough. There are 3 guardians watching Curmudgean's
equipment and Set is in the room awaiting us. And Set doesn't look
like some easy pushover.'
'Little snake huh?' I chuckled at Blurrking. He didn't seem to
appreciate my smart remark. We decided on a plan. I will bring up
my full array of defenses and rush in to distract everybody in the
room, and at the same time draw the guardians away from Curmudgean's
equipment. Blurrking and Curmudgean would then rush in, get the
equipment and make a break for it.
Having decided on the plan, we prepared ourselves and brought
up our defenses. We prepared ourselves for the charge. On the count
of three, I drew my Sword of the Sun and charged into the room.
The guardians were a bit shocked by my audacious charge at them.
Set, noticing my entry, swooped down at me and joined his guardians
in attempting to destroy me. Calling upon the power of Ra in my
sword, I fought with my heart and sought to stop the guardians from
getting near my comrades. I shouted at them to quickly get the equipment
and get the hell out of here. I was beginning to tire fast as I
was only a psionicist, and not a warrior, trained in the arts of
warfare.
Curmudgean rushed in first with Blurrking close behind. They picked
up what ever that belonged to Curmudgean and soon, called for me
to retreat. I summoned every last ounce of psychic energy left in
me and released it in a massive ultrablast. It was enough to distract
Set and his minions for me to get away. We ran for all we could
from his chamber.
Luck would have to go against us. The four guards that we spared
earlier on pounced on us. We were tired, but still we drew our weapons
and tried to finish the guards off. Curmudgean, in a fit of fury,
launched into a whirlwind of attacks. It was three against them
four. But Curmudgean was so deadly in his attacks, we easily won.
In a triumphant swing, I slashed the throat off the last guard as
we concluded the battle. We had won.
Taking the final steps out of the temple, I turned back and sneered
at the statue of the cobra as Blurrking and Curmudgean prayed for
transportation back to Midgaard...
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