The South Mountain fight went on for days and it's the third day now but they're still unable to get into the chapel; what's more frustrating is that they've lost a lot of men to the monastery securities.
Never had they expected the security to be well equipped and so fucking skilled. It's the last set of William Clark's men who are now fighting, these are his best well trained fighters but it seems they're still baby fighters compared to these giants. So far they were just able to get one seriously injured but that was the mistake they regretted deep within themselves because twenty of their men paid with their lives.
At this point they've ran out of ammunitions and resorted to physical combat.
The four of the best of William Clark's men gave it their all and at this point they resorted to black magic.
The four held their hands and they immediately vanished into tin air, at this moment the monastery securities could only rely on their hearing abilities as they've been well trained in listening to how the wind moves; so they detected when, how and what angel their opponents are approaching from.
Dew as well as the Monk master sensed the power of black magic and instantly got the message_ William Clark's men has reached their limit and at this point the monastery securities needs help and it's either the Monk master or Dew that will help. But Dew don't trust the person before the Monk master and didn't want to leave_ the Monk master is still nursing an old injury from the mountain Cliff attack from months back.
"You should go see what's going on with the boys" the Monk said to Dew but she bluntly refused
"They can fend for themselves through other means" she told him
"I'll manage" the Monk master tried to coax her to leave but she didn't yeld so he let her be.
"You've not changed a bit, still cunning and devilish as always; may Almighty have mercy on your soul" the Monk master said to William Clark but he smirked devilishly.
"I won't let you win over me nor give you the privilege of cheating death again" William Clark said as he moved his right hand by his side magically towards the Monk master bringing him to his knees but Lisa was fast enough to throw some liquid at the Monk master neutralizing the power of the magic.
This action infuriated William Clark, he closed his eyes when he reopened them it was just like a raging fire; he had now transformed into a monster and he stood up advancing forward ready to devour his opponent, but neither was Dew or the Monk master afraid of him.
Instead the Monk master put lite on twelve incense and twenty-four large perfumed candles on his chapel altar.
The smell from these Sacramentals began to weaken the effect of William Clark's magic; not ready to give up he threw a poisonous needle at the Monk master who was backing away from him, Dew who was watching his every move threw three daggers at him.
These were not just daggers, each had been fortified by the ancient locked up dragon.
"You've killed me LISAAAAA!!" William Clark cried out in pain as the daggers burnt through him.
"I should have done that long ago" she told him and paused then continued "aren't you curious about how were able to survive your evil plane crash plot two decades ago" she asked him but he was unable to reply as he was in serious pain.
"Where's _ the _ an_ ti_ ti _ dote" William Clark stuttered asking for the antidote for his cure but Dew chuckled hard like she had never done over two decades, after losing her both parents then her grandma who heard the news about her only son and his wife.
"Haaaaa! William Clark as a woman I curse the day you were born, may no soul ever be born on that day and light never shine on it_ just a call saved me from your orchestrated plot.
What if I never answered that call just three minutes to board, what if uncle had not gotten off the plane to come look for me? JUST WHAT IF WILLIAM CLARK!" She bellowed, at this point William Clark could not believe what he had and at same point he was scared of her outburst.