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She lifted her arms and let her violet power flow. The moment it did, Margetta’s eyes widened in alarm and she returned fire with massive waves of her black-and-gold frequency. The battling energies met in the middle, a colliding of vibrations that sent sparks rising hundreds of feet into the air.
Rosamunde couldn’t believe the difference in her ability. She pathed to Stone. I can hold Margetta like this indefinitely. Want to take advantage of it?
Hell, yeah.
She felt Stone encompass the ruling mastyrs in group telepathy once more, while including her at the same time. Rosamunde is holding Margetta in battle. Now’s the time to finish off these pairs.
The sudden resulting shift as the eight mastyrs doubled their efforts, began a cascade of failing mastyr vampire wraith-pairs. The elf-lord power was helping them to win the night.
Rosamunde never flagged, but kept her focus. Yet she could tell by the shrieking of the wraiths that the tide of battle had turned. From her periphery, she watched as the dying pairs began falling one after the other to the ground. It was a long way down, at least a hundred feet, so not much would remain of these deadly Invictus.
Margetta, part wraith, began to shriek as well, a sound that practically split the night sky in two. It was designed to disable a weaker opponent. But Rosamunde’s time running missions with Stone, as well as a thousand years of waiting, had made her strong and she held her ground.
As each of the ruling mastyrs slayed a wraith-pair, soon the Ancient Fae lost her security team and was now surrounded by nine powerful mastyrs.
Rosamunde’s arms sang with the power she wielded and still the sparks rose into the dark like an extraordinary stream of violet, gold and black fireworks.
She felt Stone shift his telepathy to Harris, though he included Rosamunde as well. What’s happening on the ground?
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p; Margetta’s army is in disarray. We’re not sure what’s going on, but at least half her force has no will to fight and they’ve laid down arms. But we’re pressing on, taking prisoners of those who’ve given up and continuing to battle against those who are still actively engaged in the fight. Whatever you’re doing up there, keep doing it!
Stay after the army. Don’t let up.
Yes, Commander.
Rosamunde finally understood the reality of Margetta’s army, and why she’d pursued Stone as hard as she had: Margetta controlled her entire force through her own power. But having to use a portion of her energy to keep from being submerged by Rosamunde’s battle power, she’d severed her connected to both the now defunct mastyr vampire wraith-pairs and a large portion of her army.
They were so close to taking her out for good.
As Rosamunde continued to fire at Margetta, the ruling mastyrs began moving in. Stone put his hand on her back and physically urged her forward. She moved with him and as she did, her battle energy increased.
Her arms shook with the level of the vibration that her battle energy created. Stone slid behind her and surrounded her with his body. The vibrations settled down quickly and her violet stream continued to grow in strength.
Stone’s telepathic voice hit her mind in a group contact. Ruling mastyrs, move low to use an upward angle to prevent crossfire, then release your battle power at will.
She watched from her peripheral vision as all the ruling mastyrs levitated to lower positions so that each would utilize his battle energy in an upward trajectory. In that way, friendly fire could be avoided.
When the barrage began, Margetta tried to create a gold shield around herself, but each effort diminished the energy she could stream toward Rosamunde. She shrieked harder still as Rosamunde’s battle energy hit her dead on.
It wasn’t long before Rosamunde felt a breach in Margetta’s power. The Ancient Fae was weakening. Rosamunde held her stream steady as did all the mastyrs.
Suddenly, Margetta’s power gave way completely. And as all the battle streams hit her, she bucked in the air several times, screaming in agony. After a full minute, and no one relenting, the Ancient Fae floated in the air unconscious. With no counter-stream of power emanating from her, Rosamunde finally began to ease back and at last drew in her battle power.
Her body hummed from having had so much elf-lord power rolling through her. At last, she broke the connection and drew a deep sigh of relief.
I think we did it, she pathed to Stone privately.
He was still holding her from behind and he hugged her. “I believe we did.”
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Stone didn’t want to let Rosamunde go. He loved that together they’d made this moment possible, that Margetta hung in the air, her velvet gown smoking from the terrible array of battle power she’d taken directly to her person. That she still levitated, though unconscious, indicated she wasn’t yet dead. But even he could sense how close she was.
At last, the war was over.
Ian took charge and soon had a net that covered Margetta’s body. With Margetta being towed down to the Tannisford Plain, Stone headed in the direction of the two armies. Rosamunde followed in Margetta’s wake.
