07-18-2018, 03:14 PM
As we tumble from the sky I manage to grab Larva and turn us so that I strike the ground first, taking the brunt of the fall for her. We land with a heavy smack on the wet sand by the edge of the water, but the golden fires of my Protections keep me safe, and I’ve hopefully managed to do the same for my partner.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure! Of course! Now come on, no lying down on the job!” her wings flutter and she takes off, holding out a hand. I grab it, and Larva backs up, pulling me smoothly to my feet. I grin, pleased at her enthusiastic tone.
Now that we have a win under our belts, it’s as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m really feeling a whole lot more optimistic about this whole ‘death tournament’ thing.
“That all you got!?” I call out derisively to our foes.
“No! Whompt also has axe!”
The orc throws his axe.
My eyes widen in the instant before the huge weapon bowls me over. My magic isn’t enough to completely protect me this time, and the blade leaves a thin gash on my cheek, which stings like a bitch when I’m flung back a few metres and completely submerged in salt water.
Spluttering, I rise to my feet, clutching at my face and trying to ignore the pain, just in time to hear, “Nooo! Whompt axe is lost!”
Closely followed by, “Hold on, axe, Whompt come for you!”
It takes only a moment’s thought to conjure a spear, and I prepare to lunge at the great brute should he charge me. Even knee-deep in water, as I currently am, I’m sure I can’t fail to hit someone of his size in close quarters.
He doesn’t, though. Instead, the greenskin rushes past without even glancing my way, wades through the sea a few paces further, then dives under the surface, seeking his immense weapon, which I’d imagine must have flown quite some distance, judging by the tremendous power of his throw.
All three of us simply stare after him for a moment, then Amber sighs, and shrugs when we turn back her way, “Partners. What can you do?”
Then she charges, hefting her gigantic blade with ease, not at all worried about taking on both of us at once. I think I like this girl. I splash out of the water, letting loose my javelin in the same moment that my butterfly ally launches another set of scales.
The cat-eared teen twists gracefully, evading my spear, and pink light covers part of her body, shielding her from Larva’s shots. We don’t even slow her down. I try to summon another weapon, but she rolls suddenly, and before I know what’s happening, she’s picked up a beach towel and tossed it over my head.
Stumbling in surprise, I lose focus and the javelin which was supposed to be forming in my hand fails spectacularly to do so. I yank away the towel, only to see her huge greatsword sweeping towards me, and realise I’ve got no time to dodge.
Her strike connects with my midriff and flames flash fiercely in defiance of her superhuman strength. The ‘wound’ is only about as deep as a paper cut, so there’s no danger of disembowelment, but she does knock the air from my lungs and I double over, gasping for breath.
The teenager slams the hilt of her weapon into my temple and I crumple to the sand at her feet. She turns to Larva, just in time to take a couple scales in the chest. With no pink glowy stuff to protect her this time, the twin flashes of emerald light as the magical energy discharges cause our opponent to stagger backwards.
Not nearly as stunned by the blow to the head as she may have been expecting, I reach out and snag one of her ankles. Amber topples over and I hurriedly clamber atop her; keeping her pinned down while I summon another spear and jab it at her throat. She catches it in one hand. Even though she’s much stronger than I, with all my weight leaning on the javelin, it inches closer to her neck. Then her other hand grasps it as well, and my progress comes to a dead halt.
She loses no time in wrenching it from my grip and tossing it away, then surges up into a sitting position, and is on the point of shoving me away when a shining scale smacks her in the face. The ensuing explosion of kinetic energy slams her head back down into the sand. Laughing, I fasten my hands around her throat and begin choking the girl, who seems too dazed—or concussed—to easily stop me.
I’m just thinking that we might actually manage to end this match quickly when something huge, hard and heavy catches me in the side, sending me tumbling a few metres across the sand.
“Hah! Hah! Hah!” the orc in the distance guffaws loudly, “Whompt axe likes bunny lady!”
“Are you okay?”
“Sure! Of course! Now come on, no lying down on the job!” her wings flutter and she takes off, holding out a hand. I grab it, and Larva backs up, pulling me smoothly to my feet. I grin, pleased at her enthusiastic tone.
Now that we have a win under our belts, it’s as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m really feeling a whole lot more optimistic about this whole ‘death tournament’ thing.
“That all you got!?” I call out derisively to our foes.
“No! Whompt also has axe!”
The orc throws his axe.
My eyes widen in the instant before the huge weapon bowls me over. My magic isn’t enough to completely protect me this time, and the blade leaves a thin gash on my cheek, which stings like a bitch when I’m flung back a few metres and completely submerged in salt water.
Spluttering, I rise to my feet, clutching at my face and trying to ignore the pain, just in time to hear, “Nooo! Whompt axe is lost!”
Closely followed by, “Hold on, axe, Whompt come for you!”
It takes only a moment’s thought to conjure a spear, and I prepare to lunge at the great brute should he charge me. Even knee-deep in water, as I currently am, I’m sure I can’t fail to hit someone of his size in close quarters.
He doesn’t, though. Instead, the greenskin rushes past without even glancing my way, wades through the sea a few paces further, then dives under the surface, seeking his immense weapon, which I’d imagine must have flown quite some distance, judging by the tremendous power of his throw.
All three of us simply stare after him for a moment, then Amber sighs, and shrugs when we turn back her way, “Partners. What can you do?”
Then she charges, hefting her gigantic blade with ease, not at all worried about taking on both of us at once. I think I like this girl. I splash out of the water, letting loose my javelin in the same moment that my butterfly ally launches another set of scales.
The cat-eared teen twists gracefully, evading my spear, and pink light covers part of her body, shielding her from Larva’s shots. We don’t even slow her down. I try to summon another weapon, but she rolls suddenly, and before I know what’s happening, she’s picked up a beach towel and tossed it over my head.
Stumbling in surprise, I lose focus and the javelin which was supposed to be forming in my hand fails spectacularly to do so. I yank away the towel, only to see her huge greatsword sweeping towards me, and realise I’ve got no time to dodge.
Her strike connects with my midriff and flames flash fiercely in defiance of her superhuman strength. The ‘wound’ is only about as deep as a paper cut, so there’s no danger of disembowelment, but she does knock the air from my lungs and I double over, gasping for breath.
The teenager slams the hilt of her weapon into my temple and I crumple to the sand at her feet. She turns to Larva, just in time to take a couple scales in the chest. With no pink glowy stuff to protect her this time, the twin flashes of emerald light as the magical energy discharges cause our opponent to stagger backwards.
Not nearly as stunned by the blow to the head as she may have been expecting, I reach out and snag one of her ankles. Amber topples over and I hurriedly clamber atop her; keeping her pinned down while I summon another spear and jab it at her throat. She catches it in one hand. Even though she’s much stronger than I, with all my weight leaning on the javelin, it inches closer to her neck. Then her other hand grasps it as well, and my progress comes to a dead halt.
She loses no time in wrenching it from my grip and tossing it away, then surges up into a sitting position, and is on the point of shoving me away when a shining scale smacks her in the face. The ensuing explosion of kinetic energy slams her head back down into the sand. Laughing, I fasten my hands around her throat and begin choking the girl, who seems too dazed—or concussed—to easily stop me.
I’m just thinking that we might actually manage to end this match quickly when something huge, hard and heavy catches me in the side, sending me tumbling a few metres across the sand.
“Hah! Hah! Hah!” the orc in the distance guffaws loudly, “Whompt axe likes bunny lady!”
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*Though it would actually be 850, if WordCounter considered words connected by em dashes to be separate from each other.
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