As we opened the next door, we saw our quarry. An enormous silver gray wolf, a tuft of dark, jet black fur on its chest, and piercing yellow, intelligent eyes. The Professor's voice echoing in my mind, "They usually appear as an extra large wolf. Rare and only mildly dangerous." I internally scoffed, there was something more dangerous than a mere wolf in front of us, I could feel it.
The air felt… strange, or maybe thinner somehow. I looked up at the beast and wondered what it was thinking. It… knows.
"Are you the Mana Beast?" Dod demanded.
The beast nodded.
Murph spoke up, "So, uhm, can you give us your organ safely or is there some sort of proced—"
The beast growled and pointed with its muzzle toward the doors in the room. It knew why we were here and it was giving us a chance to leave. We were going to obtain the organ by killing it, or fail and die horrible deaths. The glow of the mana beast's eyes glared at us. That strange air deepened, a shift in the movement of feet, my heart dropped and everything snapped.
Dod rushed forward and his scythe surged up. He was a blur of motion as he embedded his weapon into the mana beast's eye. He attacked again and again.
I made illusions of ourselves and felt the spell pull at my strength more fully. I was dumbfounded. The split-second of unsurety as to my skill with the spell. I remember making the spell perfectly, but as I made that thought, Airelinna's voice called out, "Don't rely on your magic!"
Uh, that might be a bit of a problem. I wasn't going to be of much use without my phantom. I had to try though, I wasn't confident with my 'other' combat spell yet. I was also not keen on getting close to such a large threat.
The man who we found in the Mansion was hacking away at the mana beast as I flew out of, hopefully, it's reach. Unfortunately, I couldn't risk animating our duplicates right away, so I created the wraith instead. My strength faded from me, reminding me of earlier days when I was but learning to create a phantom. This isn't good! As it's smoky swirling swam forth into the space ahead, it rushed with my will toward the creature ahead. But, with a flash from it's eyes, my phantom was thrust back into the wall. I sent it forward again.
The beast slashed with wicked speed and snapped its jaws. Once or twice catching my allies. It scared me, how it's eyes seemed to see everything. My wraith's claws sunk deep into its flesh, tearing into the mana beast. It growled from the pain and it's eyes flashed again. This time, my mind flared and I felt the spell being ripped apart. The wraith was gone.
I gasped into the ring, "That's it. That's all I have…" I watched from the upper corner fearfully. I might have one spell, or… I might not. And once cast, I might be out of commission in less than a minute, at the mercy of a deadly, spell-casting canine.
The beast stopped running from the flames and then sat still, before lunging into an empty space and catching "something." We heard Airelinna, (whom had been playing a strange song that seemed to be affecting the mana flows), cry out. The song continued, but I couldn't bring myself to cast my last resort spell just yet. I had to wait a little longer.
Lightning crackled from a spell. Dod barrelled down from the ceiling and sank his scythe into the Mana Beast again. The blade cutting down the side of the neck. The wolf howled in agony, but it's injury did not stop the fury. It whipped around and thrashed in the immediate vicinity. Another falling attacking from Dod. It raged. The air was suffocatingly hot and a wild mana field was growing.
And then it all went still. Dratharz had his hand stretched out, his eyes narrowed. The mana beast froze in place and fell to the ground. As it hit the ground, dust and fur scattered all over the immediate vicinity. . .