My Dragon King System

Truth was, most of the palace had mages crawling around and knights too. There was no way the three of them had just easily killed their way through.

"You won't be living long enough for that to matter" The assassin spoke back.

"I see" Oberon said, then gently removed his crown and set it on the throne. Then he rolled his shoulders and adjusted his stance.

"It looks like you fools weren't properly informed about who you're dealing with."

Oberon had this bluish-white glow of light on his eyes, with electricity dancing through them. Blue-white arcs of Lightning also crackled across his body.

The first assassin lunged from his right side, aiming to drive one of his daggers into the King.

But then Oberon vanished, reappearing behind him, with his lightning-wreathed fist already in motion.

The strike connected with his spine, sending him crashing through a stone pillar.

The second assassin from the left, melted into shadows and disappeared.

The third who was the one that held the brief conversation with the King, then raised his hand, and with that his body disintegrated into ash, spreading through the air like smoke.

Oberon spun around quickly, looking from side to side in anticipation of an attack.

The shadow assassin emerged from within Oberon's own shadow, reforming behind him. In one swift motion, he raised his daggers toward the King's neck.

But Oberon's reflexes were too fast. He tilted his head to the side while simultaneously catching the assassin's wrist.

Then he made lightning surge through his grip into the assailant's arm. The assassin screamed and tried to pull away, but Oberon held firm.

However at that point in time, a cloud of ash descended on the King from above.

Oberon released the shadow assassin and leaped back, but not fast enough. Ash filled his nose and mouth, burning his lungs and blurring his vision.

This was an ash magic poison spell.

He stumbled a bit and coughed, and the lightning coursing through his body starts flickering

The first assassin who was now back on his feet, saw an opening, especially with Oberon now suffering under the effects of the poison.

He lunged forward again with both daggers in arm, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Once again he aimed one of his blades for Oberon's throat.

Oberon still under the effects of the poisoning was too weak to avoid the attack entirely, and so he raised his right forearm to block the throat strike.

The dagger pierced through, and blood sprayed from the arm, and even then the Assailant didn't stop. He aimed the second blade for Oberon's heart.

Oberon caught the strike with his other hand, gripping the blade inches from his chest. It cut deep into his palm, but he held firm.

His eyes flared with bluish light, and lightning burst from his hand, surging through the blade and into the assassin. The masked figure convulsed violently as smoke rose from his armor.

Oberon then quickly ripped the dagger stuck on his forearm and drove it into his eye socket.

The assassin fell. That was one down.

Oberon was breathing hard, with his body covered in fresh cuts as the ash poison spread deeper through him.

The problem was this: as long as the ash magic assassin remained in the air as a toxic mist, Oberon would keep inhaling the poison.

The more wounds he took, the worse it grew, as each cut became another doorway for the ash to seep in.

The shadow assassin slipped out of the darkness near the throne. He moved so fast it almost looked like there were three of him, each attack blending into the next.

The first strike aimed for Oberon's ribs; but the King caught his hand and shoved it aside.

The assassin vanished in that instant, reappearing behind him with another slash meant for his spine.

Oberon felt the movement and bent forward in a flash, the dagger slicing through the space where his back had been, missing by an inch.

The ash assassin then reformed directly in front of him, thrusting both palms forward and releasing a concentrated blast of poisoned ash shot toward his face.

"Arghh!" Oberon roared, slamming his hand against the ground. Lightning burst outward in a massively overwhelming shockwave, tearing through the air and scattering the wave of ash that rushed toward him.

The surge was so powerful it struck the ash assassin as well, flooding his body with electricity and leaving him shaking violently under the force of it.

That was a clear difference in their magic power.

The shadow assassin had, of course, slipped back into the shadows to avoid the lightning shockwave.

He reappeared behind Oberon, aiming once more from the blind spot.

But Oberon was no longer weakened by the ash poisoning, and his reflexes were sharper than ever.

He swiftly sidestepped the attack, letting the blade sweep past harmlessly and causing the assassin to nearly stumble forward. In that instant, Oberon's hand shot out, catching him by the throat and gripping tightly.

Lightning coursed through Oberon's hand, crackling and sparking as it ran up his arm. The assassin thrashed wildly, struggling to break free or slip back into shadows, but the electric current pinned him in place, stiffening his movements.

The bluish light in Oberon's eyes flared and his fingers clenched tighter, crushing bone under the pressure, and the assassin's struggles finally stopped as his body went completely limp.

Oberon released him, letting the lifeless form drop to the floor with a heavy thud.

He heaved continuously as blood soaked through his body, with his right arm that had earlier been stabbed, hanging dead at his side.

Across the room, the ash assassin was slowly recovering from the effects of electrocution, with his body still unstable and trembling.

He looked at King, then at the two fallen bodies, and without a word, dissolved into a cloud of ash that streamed out through a crack in the window.

Almost at the same time, the doors burst open as a few palace mages and knights rushed in with weapons drawn.

"Your Grace!" one of them shouted.

Thankfully, the moment the first assassin truly fell, the silence spell lifted.

Making it clear he had been the one casting it.

With the spell gone, the commotion inside the throne room carried beyond its walls, alerting other guards throughout the palace.

Oberon stood in the center of the room, blood dripping from his wounds, two corpses at his feet. He glanced down at his ruined arm, then at the knights.

"Get Thamoryn," he said. "Now."

His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed where he stood.