Chaos really was the only thing that existed in a Nightmare, Will figured out.
After Coal's defiant scream, his figure flew down from his perch on to the huge abomination. There was no way he would survive longer than a second, Will prayed his death was quick.
Instead Coal slammed into the Smith with the force of a tank, sending the two of them to the ground. The Smith landed on its face hard enough to shake the ground, and nearly sent Will and Grandma into the dirt.
"What the-" Grandma falls on him pushing him down as a jet of flames shoots over them.
"Wake up you stupid boulder! First lesson!" She rolls away from him. Slowly pushing herself to her feet and getting away from the flames. The heat and light from the flames goes away.
Will takes in the scene before him, completely unsure what to do.
The Salamander was using its flames to try and burn the fairies away, but whatever they're covered in now seems to be snuffing out all flames. That seems to be what killed or knocked out most of their numbers. Seeing how ineffective it was, the Devil looks at Will. Accessing he is not a danger to the dragon descendent, it charged at what was left of the cloud of fairies.
Will just noticed that Coal was covered in a thick layer of the pink stuff. His dark skin was just a rosy shade of pink. It must've been some fire or heat retardant that was meant for both fairies and to give him the ability to fight the Golem. The man in question was actually slamming his fists against the hard steel of the Smith's body. It didn't sound like flesh meeting steel. It was like a hammer pounding into a blade. Will wasn't sure how Coal was able to keep up the onslaught of strikes, but he didn't seem to be slowing at all.
Survive. That's what they both told him to do. They never betrayed him. They scared the shit out of him. But no betrayal.
A few of the Fairies notice the figure of Grandma struggling to get away, they move towards the easy prey.
Grandma turns to face them with a look of resignation on her face. There was no way she could outrun them. She was also too weak to fight them. She had never been good with any weapons on account of her body being just too frail. She closed her eyes.
"Just live you two. Please." She whispered.
Just a moment before the first of the flying piranhas attack the defenseless woman, the lithe frame of Will catches it. Not knowing what to do as the thing bit his hand in response, he spiked it into the ground, stomping till the Spell's whisper entered his ears.
[You have slain a dormant beast, Torch Pixie.]
"Fuck! That hurt!" He sucked his teeth before turning his back on her and facing pixies.
[You have received a memory…]
Ignoring it, he talks to her without facing her.
"Don't get it twisted. You two scared the shit out of me. I can't make you pay for it if you're dead."
[... received a memory : Sort-of-Sharp]
The hell? Looking into his memories and realizing what it was. Summoning it, without giving any look at its description. Another fairy arrived, flying straight at his face hell bent on giving him plastic surgery. If he used his enhanced reaction time and strength right from Siphon working on both the overwhelming might of a Awakened Tyrant and a Awakened Demon, he could easily overpower these disgusting flys. There were also plenty of dormant beasts on the ground for Siphon to steal from as well. It didn't seem like that Coal killed them, it merely made most of them useless in the upcoming battle.
Will slams this one into the ground too, as the sparks finally form a small japanese style cooking knife. He thought it was called a 'Deba', used for fish. He knew these things were basically piranhas!
Gripping the knife backwards with the point coming from the bottom of his hand, he slammed it into the head of the fairy with all his might. The knife sunk into the earth, easily cutting through the small creature's head.
[You have…]
Ignoring the words of the spell, he pulled the knife out, preparing himself to fight off the rest of what remained of the swarm.
Three more fairies attacked him at once this time. He blocked his face again, but this time one of them latched onto the exposed skin on his thighs and another took a bite out of his abdomen.
Will swats them off the best he could, but they were latched on tightly to his soft flesh. By the time he was able to deal with them, and what was left of the swarm that didn't want to mess with the Salamander, he was covered in small bites and chunks of his flesh and muscles exposed.
"Damn! Those things hurt like all hell." Will might've been able to out run them while dealing with them one at a time but that would leave Grandma exposed. So he took on some wounds to deal with them without retreating.
In the distance, the golem finally managed to push itself to its feet despite the pressure and pound Coal was dealing. At some point in the last few moments, he had slowed down, unable to keep with his initial ferocious pace. The Tyrant was finally rising.
That was, until a mass of black moving like a lightning bolt collided with the metal colossus' chest.
The Salamander threw itself against its mortal foe with an ear shattering roar, letting the whole mountain know it was here to exact its revenge.
A tired smile on his lips, Will turns and freezes. He thought he had protected her perfectly but Grandma had many bites on her as she was knelt down holding her wounds. She wasn't critically injured but she was definitely pretty hurt.
"Took you long enough, you pebble for brains…" She tried to smile but it quickly turned into a pained grimace.
Will drops to a knee next to her. "What the hell! Why didn't you say anything? I would've helped!" He was furious. Not at her, but at the fact that she had suffered right behind him and Will had thought he had done some heroic act protecting her. In the end, she had gotten hurt anyway.
"Thats exactly why you have pebbles for brains… If I had, you would've gotten hurt much more than you already did…. Then how would you be able to end this?" She laughed again, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"How would I be able to do that? I got my ass handed to me by some damned pixies? What can I do against that thing?" As he asked that, Coal was thrown past their position, skipping off the ground once like a rock on water. Despite that, with a terrifying roar of his own, the pink man was a blur as he charged back into the battle colliding with metal abomination. Effectively throwing off its strike that was about to hit the Salamander, allowing it to clamp its jaws firmly onto one of its three arms.
Silently, she beckons Will forward, who worries, quickly gets closer. She taps on his chest once. Twice. Three times. Drawing a triangle on his chest.
"I wasn't elected to be queen. We are chosen for our abilities." Interrupted by another bloody cough, she holds him close. "Some are good with a blade. Some are skilled with magic. I was average in every field. But I had one thing. The ability to sense someone's path. I wasn't lying about having a rune that would help the Tyrant control the drake. It was something that was passed to each King… My dearest beloved gave it to me before he was killed by that thing."
Grandma looked at him, a bloody hand touched his face with a gentleness unlike anything he ever felt.
"And you look just like him. As if you were a perfect clone… I hope you won't think this is strange of me but I couldn't help it. I want you to live for him with all my might. So please. Humor this fair maiden once more." Her smile was bitter sweet as Will couldn't help some tears beginning to well up. "Go." She pushed him away.
Towards the 2 smaller creatures fighting with a mountain. If you could really call Coal and the Drake small. Turning back to Grandma, stunned, she was already walking away from him. He realizes behind him the pixies that were rendered useless were rising now. Slowly gaining, shaking out of their stupor, they looked to find the threats only noticing the figure of one hunched woman walking away from the chaos of the battle.
As she walks away she calls out one last time to Will.
"My name isn't Grandma, nor is it Your Highness. It's just Hana." She smiles one last time. The pain seems to not bother her any longer. "I'm coming, my love…"
With those last words, the silhouette of Gran- no, the silhouette of Hana was obscured and devoured by the cloud of pixies.