[u][i]The Library of Alexandria[/i][/u]

The onslaught upon the Anubi was proving to be overwhelming. With the collective might of their assailants, the mammoths of onyx stone were being whittled down like a great oak being riven by termites. The first, the one that been knocked off balance by the initial strike of the hurtling ice-demon, was the first to fall. The fiery sconces of its eyes were mutilated by supernatural lead, and its roar of pain shook a millennia’s worth of dust and sand from the ceiling of the library.

Its arms flailed in an attempt to shake off the werewolf that leapt across its head and body, but without its sight, the Anubi’s remarkable speed was for naught. Disoriented, and already off balance, the stonework ogre tried to step back, only to find that its leg had been struck by an invisible blade of great power, and one that channeled the very essence of death itself. In a shatter of obsidian splinters, the ankle burst, and the Anubi fell with it. As the massive figure descended towards the sandstone floor, its body continued to fragment, splintering into large and razor sharp daggers of black-rock that now fell towards the attackers below. With its last thought, the Anubi longed for his crumbling body to crush those beneath him, and send their souls for their final judgment.

Though his brethren had fallen before him, the second Anubi did not retreat nor cower. The pair had been reckless, and overconfident in the face of their foes. Even with the touch of ancient venom from the god-king, the remaining Anubi did not flinch. The decay and rot that passed up from the bite was followed by an instantaneous wave of bubbling orange, like that of molten glass, that brought the damaged stone flesh back to its polished sheen. What the vain creature had failed to realize was that the Anubi had been wrought from the very will of Set, the god of storms and chaos, and a true [i]god[/i], not one that had to equivocate his name with some egocentric hyphenated title like that of “god-king.”

The enormous eyes of the jackal-headed monster swept down to the creature that had tried to poison him. The man, so distracted by his egoistic blustering, did not see the mighty strike that then befell him. With a force that defied the laws of physics, the Anubi landed the back of a massive hand against the god-king, and thusly sent him hurtling back into the depths of the library. With the minor annoyance gone, the giant leapt back apace, and when he landed he buried the point of his blade into the stone floor with a thundering crack and flash of light.

An immediate and tremendous wave of cascading rock and fire erupted from the contact point of the sword, sweeping in a deadly ring towards the attackers positioned around the library.