Chapter 34: Word
"OOORRRAHHHH!!"
CRUNCH!
Cedric’s warhammer shattered the shell of an incoming Skarnid, its innate hardening spell basically useless.
’This feeling, ahhh!’ Euphoria. Exhilaration. Pure bliss.
Skrrreeee!! Another Skarnid lunged at him.
"FIRST FORM OF THE GALE SERIES."
"GALESTRIKE!" he yelled in ecstasy, swinging his warhammer with the spell layered on it.
The air rippled around his arms as he swung, projecting the compressed air to the head of his hammer.
THUMP!!
"HNNGGHH!" Cedric could feel waves of satisfying vibrations ripple right down through his spine, all the way to the bottom of his feet as the hammer connected with a sickening crunch, splattering the beast’s entire upper body to smithereens.
That was the cleanest hit he had made so far, and he was sure he would do one better again. Right now, he was in the zone. The Galestrike improvisation he created with his warhammer earlier was a testament to that.