The BS3 Finale!!
The final battle in BS3 is one that will certainly go down in history. Sabriel the wildcat and her long time ally, Cliff went into battle at the break of noon, the time chosen by a mediator.
The wildcat walked up to the designated place of battle, with her mercenary close behind with herbal remedies and potions to administer at the will of her master.
The polecat strode up boldly as the large ballista, loaded with a huge spear-like projectile rumbled in close behind. The ground shook as the massive ballista rolled forward and into position. The battle was ready to commence.
Sabriel held Slagar’s Bolas in paw as she strode forward, the other paw clasped onto the backing of her large shield. Cliff had his poisoned spectrecal crossbow laden with arrows at the ready. Both mercenaries were ready for the battle of a lifetime – undoubtedly it would be for at least one of them.
“Cliff, you were a great ally, but there can be only one winner, and that’s going to be me,” Sabriel stated boldly.
“You have underestimated me, cat, for the true winner will be determined by the shaft aimed at your heart!” With that, Cliff released the arrow from his crossbow.
Sabriel dodged the arrow skillfully and screamed to her mercenary, “My bow!” The mercenary obediently tossed Sabriel her fiery long bow. Sabriel rolled to dodge a massive arrow that shot furiously from Cliff’s ballista.
Sabriel took aim as she rolled and shot a flaming shaft into the ballista’s hard wood. The hardened wood did not catch fire, but went out in a puff of smoke. Sabriel shot another arrow, and was rewarded this time by the flames leaping onto the ballista.
Cliff shot at Sabriel’s mercenary, the fox skillfully dodged her master’s enemy’s shot. The fire was now blazing on the ballista.
The ballista shot off a large spear again, this time ablaze with fire. The large arrow missed Sabriel once again, but the flaming projectile thudded into a nearby tree, setting all of Mossflower on fire.
The flames leapt about them as the former allies exchanged fire of arrows. Neither would hit the other, and the mercenaries could not hit their target either. The fire grew.
Cliff scored the first blow. Sabriel could not dodge both the ballista’s arrow and Cliff’s at one time. The wildcat attempted to block with her shield, but the arrow deflected off the metal shield into her chest. In a flash, Sabriel’s mercenary had her healed.
Sabriel shot back, but decided it was time to take drastic action. She was about to reach for Slagar’s Bolas once more when a flaming limb fell from the tree above her.
Cliff congratulated his mercenary on the perfect shot. The spear-like arrow had no problem snapping the flaming limb from the tree directly over Sabriel’s head.
Once again, it was Sabriel’s mercenary to the rescue, dragging the unconscious cat behind the cover of a flaming tree. With some herbs, the fox had Sabriel conscious once again and ready for battle.
Slagar’s Bolas seemed to come out of nowhere as they slammed into Cliff’s mercenary. The rat was carried clear of his seat near the ballista and sent sailing by the force of the weapon.
The rat thudded into a large flaming oak, crushing the vermin’s body with an audible snap. The rat slumped to the ground as the bolas magically returned to their owner.
Cliff stared at his mercenary’s body and was scarcely able to leap aside as the bolas came at his head. The polecat was saved by a moment, as the bolas smashed into the ashen tree where Cliff had been standing less than a second earlier.
Cliff took cover behind his ballista as the flames leapt higher among the trees of Mossflower Wood. With a loud yell, Cliff sent his flaming ballista rolling towards his enemy.
Sabriel saw the ballista coming before it got half of the distance to her. She dodged the massive contraption in a single leap, but the ballista took down a massive ash tree. The tree collapsed on top of Sabriel.
Cliff, who had hid behind a large tree, emerged from his hiding place when he heard the loud noise of the tree falling. He saw Sabriel go down under it.
Cliff came close to inspect his enemy, as sparks and flames jumped about the foliage around him. The fire was now an unstoppable torrent of flames, a sea of raging infernos, spreading across the vast forested areas.
Sabriel was not moving, her body lay still among the flames that consumed the tree on top of her. Cliff took another look at his enemy. He knew she was dead. “I knew my ballista would make the difference, cat!” Cliff spoke without remorse as he ran forth from the flaming forest.
But Sabriel was not dead. Her mercenary, who had hid from the fierce fighting polecat, now clambered from her retreat. She dragged her master’s body from under the large flaming limbs and debris.
The wildcat was unconscious, her fur singed, but the vixen had hope. She first dragged the cat’s body to the River Moss’s banks, where there was safety from the fire.
The vixen administered her most powerful herbs, the ones that would either save her master, or kill her trying. After an hour, her remedies paid off. Her master was conscious, and despite her condition, was on the prowl once more.
“That polecat can count himself as dead, no quarry escapes the cat!” Sabriel gritted her teeth fiercely, and her mercenary did not dare to protest against her going out in such a condition.
It did not take her long to track her prey. Cliff was strolling amiably along, gleeful in his victory. “The cat thought she could defeat me, ha, never!”
Suddenly an arrow blazed overhead and stuck into a tree that stood a hair’s breath away from the polecat. “We have business to finish,” Sabriel’s voice was almost spectral.
“But, you, you’re dead!” the polecat’s face showed his astonishment.
“You don’t know a dead cat when you see one, Cliff. Let me show you one, at the Dark Gates!!!” With that, Sabriel threw her bolas forcefully.
Cliff blocked the flying bolas with his scimitar, of all things.
The wildcat leapt from her perch on a rock, throwing three chilling concealed knives simultaneously.
One knife hit the polecat. The chilling effects of the knife slowed the polecat’s motions dramatically.
“Now you die,” and with that Sabriel brandished her magical whip. From twenty yards back, the whip began its speedy motion. The rest could only be seen if you watched in slow motion.
Sabriel’s whip magically extended, from being ten feet long, to the full extent of twenty yards. The whip carried such force that it cleaved the polecat in half where he stood. With a slight flick of her wrist, Sabriel sent the whip flying across vertically, slicing Cliff’s head from his divided body before it hit the ground.
To the naked eye, it seemed Sabriel’s whip sliced his head off and his remaining body in half in one simple motion. The whip was not seen extending, but the effect was definitely shown. Sabriel grinned wickedly and turned to her mercenary, “A useful ally for sure, but a third of him isn’t even edible…” Sabriel tossed the polecat’s head to the vixen.