by M.C. O'Neill
***BANG BANG BANG***
Swinging his head about, he looked for the source of the noise. It seemed to come from all around him and he remained confused as it was not an official signal of his forces. The blasts would not stop as it was repeated every few seconds in an even meter.
Just as Lucifer had used a war call, so must these elves. That banging noise must have signaled a full defense outfit, Buboe surmised. He knew deep down that his unearthly hide would protect him from the elven forces’ worthless red mana, but he still relished a solid counterattack. “Bring it on, foul fishies!”
Bring it they did. Within minutes, the skyline of Corosa City belched forth the hovering discs of the Atlantean air guard. Limmers and flitcycles of all functions and sizes rose with ominous ascension from the bowels of their beleaguered community to match the grim forces of the devil himself.
