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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

... diamond walls, commanding them. Unlike sapphire, diamond couldn’t resist his telepathic command. Shields appeared, ripped from the walls and floors, deflecting Makerah’s watery attacks. Makerah hissed in frustration. Kyle closed with his foe, hacking with his sword. He knew the truth. His sword could hurt Makerah even in his watery form. He believed it and his sword shone with the strength of his conviction. The Unbound Marid howled in pain as Kyle's sword found flesh. Blood streamed down the Marid's body. But the wounds did not slow him. He cackled, his watery attacks coming faster, battering into the diamond shields that whirled about Kyle. “I am so much more than any Marid!” Makerah cried out. “I have been transformed by Hecate! Perfected!” Kyle groaned. “She made you her familiar?” “Yes!” “So you're her slave? I thought you said you were the Sultan?” “I am not her slave!” Another gout of water exploded from the Marid. Kyle's shields barely held back the tide. Shannon screamed in pain as she was caught in the tidal explosion and was sent crashing into a wall. Kyle hoped her enhancements would protect her. “All familiars are slaves!” Kyle laughed. “I know. I have a bunch of familiars!” “That's right!” gasped Shannon, forcing herself to rise. “I'm Master's familiar! I'm his slave! Just like you are, Marid!” “I AM NO SLAVE!” Water slapped into one of Kyle's diamond shields, knocking the chunk of translucent wall out of the air. The angry Marid channeled his ferocity into ...

... his attacks on Kyle, slapping shield after shield out of the sky. Water billowed around him, lashing at him from every direction. Kyle didn't have the reflexes to stop all these attacks. Makerah left himself completely open, pouring all his energy into killing Kyle. Chyna, Toni, and Shannon took the opportunity to attack the Unbound, landing powerful kicks and punches on the Marid. But Makerah ignored them. All the Unbound cared about was Kyle's death. Pain cracked across Kyle's leg. A tendril of water slammed into him with the force of a semi-truck. His thighbone snapped, a jagged piece of bone splintering out the side of his thigh. Kyle fell hard, screaming in pain. Water lashed down onto his chest. Ribs cracked. Pain erupted. Another tendril fell. And another. His body was broken. His ribs crushed. He coughed blood. It hurt to breath. His lungs felt heavy, filling up with his blood. Kyle's sword fell from his hand. “Master!” Shannon cried out in fear. “Brother!” Fatima snarled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy was battered by Hecate's spells, reeling back before the Goddess's power. Phillipa and Sable's spells helped, but none of them were a match for the Goddess's awesome strength. Christy wasn't even sure how her wards were still standing. She had been stripped of her amulet, the focus for her power. But Ishtar's power still rushed into her, building in her stomach. Growing. The memory of suckling at the goddess's breast, Ishtar's mother milk pouring down into her ...