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- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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The dragon roared, lording over the sky of the tower-zone once more.
* * *
The climber president’s eyes twitched. They were open in little slivers.
Healer climbers rushed around him, pouring a healing potion between his lips.
“You’re going to be okay, sir,” said one of the healers. “We’re patching you right up. Good as new.”
The climber president lifted up his hands and saw his beastly claws. He was still in werewolf mode.
His eyes closed momentarily.
The voices around him got louder.
“We’re losing him,” said one voice.
The climber president was no longer dying on the street, but somewhere else. He was watching his life flash before his eyes. He had to get back to the street though. He had the most important responsibility in the whole of the tower-zone and Zestiris at large. He had to protect it. He promised the climber president before him and made a vow to the others who had gone and passed. He had to protect this city and the young climbers who would grow up to continue protecting it!
“He needs a boost of adrenaline,” shouted another healer climber.
The climber president’s eyes bulged and he swung up, wide awake and alive.
It was time to use his strongest move.
Wolf’s Rage.
He rushed over to the side of the building and starting running up the side of it, mana-imbued on his feet to hold him in place.
It was time to finish this.
106
“The climber president’s back and kicking!” cheered Casey.
Max smiled.
He knew the climber president wouldn’t give up that easily.
Max steered the drake so that they were close enough to the main dragon that they could taunt it towards the area where they had taken out the buffer.
The dragon took the bait and started flying towards them.
“Um, Max,” said Casey. “What exactly is the plan if the dragon gets to us before the climber president?”
Max shrugged. “We die, I guess.”
At that moment, the climber president got to the top of a skyscraper and leapt at the dragon once more, grappling onto it with renewed vigor.
The dragon hissed and began shooting another long breath of fire at the werewolf.
“Not this time,” said Max, triggering shadow blink.
He was on the dragon once more and climbed onto the top of its head. Max planted his hands on the creature and triggered cellular manipulation.
The dragon screamed in pain as Max messed around with the creature’s brain cells.
The very act of doing so was enough to distract the dragon from shooting any more flame blasts at the climber president.
It also gave the werewolf an opening to completely start tearing the monster to shreds.
Dragon flesh and bone began to rain down on the streets below.
The climber president climbed up the creature’s stomach and swiped a mana-imbued claw into its neck, ripping off the monster’s head entirely.
Blood filled the sky.