Hitman with a Badass System

1211 Shar’s Death II

Amidst the clashing of swords and the cries of warriors, Shar, mounted on a colossal dragon, soared into the sky.

"Behold, the might of my dragon!" Shar roared triumphantly, her voice echoing across the field. The dragon reared its head, opening its jaws wide, and unleashed a torrent of blue fire onto the ground below.

The adventurers below gazed up in horror. The blue fire cascaded down like a waterfall of flames, engulfing buildings and warriors alike. The intense heat was overwhelming, turning anything in its path to ash within moments.

"Fuck! Take cover!" yelled an adventurer, diving behind a crumbling wall as the firestorm raged around them.

"Spread out! Don't give it an easy target!" Elrion shouted orders to her troops.

Meanwhile, Lysandra with her bow in hand, fired arrow after arrow, but they were nothing against the dragon's scales. "Our weapons are useless against that beast!"

The dragon's fire was relentless, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Buildings that had stood for centuries crumbled and burned, their ancient stones no match for the dragon's fury.

In the midst of this fiery onslaught, Michael and Gaya were leaping from building to building, trying to avoid the dragon's wrath. The heat was intense, singeing their hair and clothes as they narrowly escaped the flames.

" This way human!" Gaya shouted, leading him towards a narrower alley, hoping it would provide some respite.

"We need to get higher, out of its direct path!" Michael replied, his voice tense with urgency.

They climbed up a series of ledges, the heat of the dragon's fire hot on their heels. Sensing their movement, the dragon turned its attention towards them, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

"Here it comes again!" Gaya yelled, as the dragon opened its mouth to unleash another fiery onslaught.

With a swift move, Michael grabbed Gaya and dove into a partially destroyed building, just as the blue flames swept over them. The building's remains provided temporary shelter, but they knew it wouldn't hold for long.

"Shit, that was close," Michael gasped, his heart pounding in his chest.

"We need to find a way to take that dragon down," Gaya said, determination in her eyes. "Or at least drive it off."

As Gaya and Michael sprinted through the chaos, dodging debris and flames, Gaya shouted over the roar of the dragon, "Why are we still doing this?!"

Michael, with a mischievous smirk, replied, "Let's let the others do our dirty work." In a casual gesture, he kicked a stone on the ground like a football, sending it soaring through the air. It struck the dragon squarely in the head, enraging the mighty beast even further.

"It's time for the others to get their power-ups," he said, a glint of strategy in his eyes.

Gaya, catching on to Michael's plan, yelled at the top of her lungs to their allies, "Get the power-ups and fuck this dragon, you morons!"

Some nearby dwarves, overhearing her exclamation, nodded in agreement. "She's right!" one of them shouted, as they began to desperately scramble toward the power-ups scattered across the battlefield.

From her vantage point atop a broken building, Lysandra watched the scene unfold. "What are you two planning?" she muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing in thought.

Meanwhile, the dragon, furious at being hit by the stone, roared and chased after Michael and Gaya with renewed vigor. It swooped down repeatedly, its massive claws reaching out to grab them.

Each time the dragon descended, Michael and Gaya split up, moving in unpredictable patterns to evade the dragon's grasp. Gaya rolled under a fallen beam, narrowly avoiding the swipe of a claw. Michael, in turn, used a burst of speed to dart behind a crumbling wall just as the dragon's talons crashed into the stone, sending rubble flying.

The dragon, growing increasingly frustrated, let out a deafening roar, its blue fire blazing in its throat, ready to unleash another torrent of flames.

The moment he cast the spell, a golden cage, composed of ethereal swords, materialized around the dragon. The cage began to shrink, its sharp edges cutting into the dragon's scales, causing the creature to thrash violently in an attempt to escape.

As the cage tightened its grip, Elrion leaped into the air from his elevated position, his long sword raised high, aimed directly at Shar in a bid to end her reign of terror.

At that moment, the battlefield was a frenzy of activity as other elves, dwarves, and humans, empowered by their respective power-ups, launched their attack. Elves, nimble and swift, fired a volley of arrows, each one glowing with enchanted light. Dwarves, their strength multiplied, wielded hammers and axes, striking the dragon with bone-crushing force. Humans, some cloaked in invisibility, others moving with enhanced speed, darted around the battlefield, striking at the dragon from all sides.

"Take down that fucking dragon!" one adventurer yelled, his voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"We need that key! It's our ticket to riches!" another shouted, charging forward with reckless abandon.

The greed for the key in Shar's hand was palpable, driving the adventurers to push beyond their limits. They fought not just for survival, but for the promise of power and wealth the key represented.

In this frenzied melee, Shar and her dragon found themselves overwhelmed. The dragon, trying to fend off the attacks, roared and thrashed, but the golden cage of swords was slowly constricting, its sharp edges causing it to bleed. Shar, atop her mount, realized the tide of the battle was turning against her.

As Shar gazed upwards, her eyes widened in terror at the sight of Elrion descending from the sky. His metal wings unfurled behind him, glinting in the sunlight, and the golden sword in his hand promised a swift, decisive end. A chill ran down her spine, a premonition of her impending doom.

In a fleeting moment of distraction, Shar's gaze fell to the key in her hand as she noticed something peculiar on the key.

"Got you, old bones," she read.

At that moment, a sinking realization hit her; the key she had so easily seized was a fake, a decoy planted to lure her into a trap.

"Bastard!" Shar roared, her voice laced with fury and shock. The battlefield seemed to pause for a moment at the raw emotion in her cry.

But it was too late. Shar understood she had been duped, and in her heart, she knew her end was near. Surrounded by enemies and with Elrion bearing down on her, escape was impossible.

As Elrion came down from the sky, his sword raised for the final blow, Shar did not flinch or cower. She stood defiantly, accepting her fate with a twisted sense of honor. The dragon beneath her roared and thrashed, but it too was bound by the golden cage of swords, its movements restricted and pained.

Elrion's descent was like a meteor streaking through the sky, his metal wings reflecting the light of the sun. The golden sword, imbued with celestial energy, cleaved the air with a whistle.

In a final, powerful stroke, Elrion's sword came down upon Shar, cleaving her in half. The force of the blow was so great that it seemed to momentarily silence the chaos of the battlefield. Shar's body fell in two separate pieces, her reign of terror ending in a single, decisive moment.