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Lateral Movement - Alzrius



Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.

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78 - Secondary Strategy

“Okay, it’s official now. We’re lost.”

Cloudbank bit her lip at Aisle’s pronouncement, looking around despite knowing that it was futile. Just like every other time, fog filled her vision, thick enough that she could barely make out her friends. Everything further away was completely blanketed in white.

They’d been wandering around in there for what felt like a brief eternity, though Cloudbank knew that it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. At first she’d thought that they’d find the shelter that Lex had set up in this warehouse right away – how hard could it be to locate an interior room large enough to hold a bunch of ponies? – but they’d barely started to look for it when they’d realized that most of the place was covered in a thick mist.

It was the result of Lex’s wards, Cloudbank knew. That was the only explanation for why there’d not only be fog inside a building, but why it wouldn’t seem to move no matter how much she and Drafty flapped their wings at it. It refused to be pushed or compressed into a cloud either, despite Cloudbank having done that hundreds of times in her old job.

As bad as that was, it still shouldn’t have been enough to seriously slow them down. This warehouse wasn’t that big, after all. But for some reason navigating the interior had become unusually difficult. They hadn’t taken a single turn, but Cloudbank was certain that they’d been this way before…

“Maybe we should try marking our path with some chalk or something?” suggested Cozy.

Drafty glanced at her sides, raising her wings as she did. “That’s not a bad idea, but I don’t have any.”

“Me either,” added Aisle.

When all eyes turned to Cloudbank a moment later, she shook her head, causing the others to sigh with disappointment. “So much for that idea,” she muttered.

“We should keep going. So long as we head straight, we have to hit something eventually,” said Aisle, gesturing forward. Cloudbank frowned, but didn’t have a better idea, and a moment later they began moving again.

It wasn’t very long before Drafty squinted, looking ahead. “I think the fog is thinning out!”

Cozy brushed her necklace at the news. “Lashtada be praised, finally!”

Cloudbank gave a relieved smile, breaking into a trot as she moved ahead of Aisle, eager for the promise of safety to be fulfilled. “Okay! Now that we’re here, we can…can…”

She lost her train of thought as she exited the mist, stopping and staring at the sight that greeted her: the same door where she’d managed to stop that monster from getting inside. A moment later, the others caught up to her and had similar reactions, gaping in stupefaction. This should have been impossible, and yet there it was anyway.

They’d ended up right back where they’d started.


Monitor slammed a finned limb against the wall, but the kill-now enemy had already passed through it. Blinking its bulbous eyes, Monitor held itself ready for another strike in case its foe showed itself again, but after several seconds it realized that wasn’t going to happen. Turning away from the wall, it went to go check on the kill-later enemies that had come there with it.

The larger one had finally managed to snuff the flames that had engulfed it, and Monitor could hear it wheezing and groaning in pain. The other one was still alive also, as it was roaring quite loudly from the bottom of the hole it had fallen into. Monitor briefly considered killing one or both of them now, but decided not to; there was still a kill-now enemy nearby, and they were kill-later enemies. Instead, it simply stood still, waiting for them to either recover or die.

The larger one was the first to recover, slowly winding its way back into the air. The smell of burnt flesh drifted off of it, less unpleasant than the acrid stench coming from the hole where the other one was still splashing around. It paused to survey the surroundings before turning back towards Monitor…or at least, it seemed that way, beneath the blur. Then it moved over the hole, looking down into it.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!” roared Lirtkra, the anger in his voice not quite able to mask the pain.

“That would require that I use my ‘maa-jik’ on you,” rasped the Cripple, smug disdain dripping from every word. “Otherwise, you’ll need to find your own way out.”

Its answer was enough to make Monitor blink again; couldn’t a length of chain or something else have served to accomplish such a task? Or had the larger one decided that the one in the hole was a kill-now enemy? If so, it would have been wiser to attack it instead of simply talking at it. Otherwise it was just a waste of breath.

A moment later the larger kill-later enemy twisted to the side, frantically dodging the trident that came shooting up out of the hole to lodge in the ceiling, rope dangling from the end of it back down into the hole. A few seconds later the rope went taut, and grunting and cursing could be heard from the pit. The larger kill-later enemy swam through the air, putting some distance between itself and the hole, making Monitor shift slightly so that it could watch both of them at once.

It took a little while for Lirtkra to climb out, barely managing to pull itself above the lip of the pit before swinging over and awkwardly jumping back onto solid ground. Once it did, it yanked sharply on the rope, tearing the trident free from the ceiling, gouging a large hole in the wood as a result. Only after it did that did Monitor notice that Lirtkra was no longer carrying its shield, apparently having discarded it to be able to climb out.

As it was, the sahuagin kill-later enemy had apparently suffered a fair amount of damage from the kill-now enemy’s trap. Large patches of the sahuagin’s body had turned an angry red, and there was blood running down its legs and tail. But it looked more furious than hurt, and even as it retrieved its weapon it cast a glare at its companions, as though daring them to try anything. When neither did, Monitor noticed that Lirtkra’s stance relaxed, though only slightly.

“The pony is currently moving,” came the larger one’s whisper. “It doubtlessly wants us to follow it so it can try something like this again.”

“Of course it does!” snarled Lirtkra. “That’s pathetically obvious!” It flexed its clawed digits over its trident as though barely able to contain its anger, but Monitor knew that it hadn’t resumed an attack posture. “This time, we’re not going to allow it t-”

“Wait,” interrupted the other one, causing Monitor to blink.

“You dare interrupt me?!” hissed Lirtkra, and this time his posture did shift into one that suggested imminent violence.

“He’s coming back!”

“What?” asked Lirtkra in obvious confusion.

“That pony, he’s heading back towards us!” The larger kill-later enemy sounded rather surprised, pointing towards the opposite side of the room. “That way!”


Lex narrowed his eyes as he made a beeline for the wall of the restaurant portion of the inn. He hadn’t been gone very long, so hopefully those things were still in there. It not, he’d need to figure out where they’d gone quickly, otherwise the chances of this working – which were already slim – would worsen even more.

As it stood now, he was going to have to check and make sure, which meant exposing himself to danger again. He had no doubt that whatever magic they were using to track him was still in effect, which meant that they’d know he was coming. But that couldn’t be helped; or rather, if this worked then it would actually be to his advantage. Steeling himself, Lex flew through the wall.

“POH-NEE!” came an enraged scream. Immediately, the points of a trident pierced him, and the pain Lex felt told him that it was magical as well. He kept going though, moving further into the middle of the room. The other fish-thing, the one with the bulging eyes, sprang at him as he moved, lashing out with its bare limbs. Lex didn’t slow down as he flowed around the strikes, heading towards the opposite wall, near where the creature under the blurring magic was hovering. Circling out of the way of his apparent charge, it chanted a spell, and Lex immediately recognized it; it was the spell designed to cancel an active magical effect. For a moment, Lex wondered what it thought it was doing…and then the answer came to him as he felt his body sudden solidify, sending him crashing to the ground.

For a split-second, he felt surprised. Although it made perfect sense now that he thought about it, the idea that his horn’s dark magic could be subject to the same weaknesses and limitations as other forms of spellcasting simply hadn’t occurred to him. But there was no time to focus on that now; he needed to act!

Turning back to where the other two monsters were rushing towards him, Lex looked past them, at where the small, spectral hoof that he’d brought in with him was still hovering by the wall, just above the floor. Smirking at their apparently not having seen it, he cast a spell of his own, pleased that he’d made sure to compress its energy enough that it could be delivered via the spectral hoof. A moment later, he felt his muscles spasm as the spell went off, the price of compression making itself known. But across from him, the ghostly limb pressed against the far wall, and a moment later an aperture opened in it, easily large enough for two ponies to walk through side-by-side. With that done, Lex knew that he had to concentrate and return to shadow-form as quickly as possible, but that thought had barely crossed his conscious mind when he suddenly found the points of a trident in front of his face.

“Poh-nee,” hissed the sahuagin, and Lex could see that it was baring its teeth in an approximation of a grin. “Now I will feed on your flesh! Every last piece of you will be consumed!”

If the thing was expecting him to be intimidated, it was going to be disappointed. “Funny you should mention that,” answered Lex steadily. “Do you know what this building is?”

Lirtkra frowned, confused by his prey’s apparently lack of fear. “What?”

“This building,” repeated Lex. “Do you know what its function was, back when it was in use?” Even as he spoke, his eyes swept over his opponents. The sahuagin was directly in front of him, ready to thrust its trident through his skull, while the other fish-thing was next to it, slightly off to the side.

“It was a restaurant.” The whispered answer came from the third one, with the blur spell still obscuring its features. It was further away, keeping its companions between itself and him.

“That’s right. This is a place where ponies would come to eat food.” Lex couldn’t help but wear a grin of his own – though a part of him wondered how a monster that was almost certainly aquatic would know something like that – at the layout of his foes. All of them were facing him, their backs to the wall where he’d opened the breach, apparently unaware of it even though they’d seen him casting a spell. To think that they’d be so stupid as to ignore magic being used just because they hadn’t noticed an obvious effect.

“So what?!” hissed the sahuagin. “Now you will be food!”

It reared back with its trident, but Lex’s only response was a dark chuckle. “I invited a few other ponies, or should I say former ponies, over for a bite.”

That comment seemed to do the trick, and the sahuagin whirled around just in time to see a horde of undead ponies begin pouring into the room through the hole that Lex had opened.

Author's Note:

Both sides regroup and the next round of hostilities begin.

Lex enacts his plan, but will it carry the day?

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