Page 119 of Lunar Diamonds
“How the fuck do we take this down?” Isaac asked as he released my hand, his hands igniting with sunshine.
An idea hit me. “Blind it with your light, then I’ll trip it up.”
The monster roared again, stationary for now. It stomped its feet, not making a move.
What the hell was it plotting?
“Tell me more,” my brother answered.
“I can trick it into thinking there’s a boulder behind it,” I said. “The tide’s close enough, right?”
“To cool it down. Yes! I love it!”
Go me with the ideas.
Please work…
The arsehole stomped and roared, watching us move into position. It focused its eye on Isaac, still not moving.
Isaac did his thing, holding up his hands, turning up the sunlight. The siblings and Drake covered their eyes as the monster started wailing, throwing an arm up to protect its singular peeper.
I got to work on a smaller illusion, pointing my power to the area behind the creature. A boulder formed, big enough to trip a beast like this, and just for the scarlet menace’s eyes.
Isaac approached the monster, his sunlight burning brighter and brighter. It moved back, roaring in pain, the color of its scarlet body losing its luster.
Come on, come on…
My heart pounded from an explosion of adrenaline.
The big arsehole’s left leg bumped into the boulder. It dropped its arms, pinwheeling to steady itself. Down it went, performing a backward roll to shake the beach. As it hit the water, a violent hiss of steam engulfed it, smothering it from sight.
Shame it couldn’t muffle the roars.
The flames were doused, the steam clearing to reveal a lump of obsidian in the shallows.
“Is that it?” Isaac said, dropping his sunlight.
The remains of the creature collapsed into gravel, then dust, swallowed by the waves.
“That’s it,” I answered. “Why didn’t it attack?”
Clapping. Applause?
Rhianna appeared out of nowhere, flanked by two shadow witches with magic in their hands. “Well done.”
“What the fuck are you playing at?” Isaac snarled.
Drake moved to my side, slightly ahead of me, as if to protect me.
“You saw what we’re capable of,” she answered. “You were only meant to see, to indulge me by taking it down. Now I see what you’re made of, and it’s shit.” She laughed, the witches joining in.
Hilarious. “Really?” I countered.
She nodded, completely unbothered that we outnumbered her. “You’re not so great, are you?”
Damn. If only I hadn’t used my illusion. I’d be making her believe she was a fly caught in a spider’s web.
Yikes.
