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elves, he looked like her boyfriend.
“Yeah! Chicken legs! Like a side of beef on stilts!”
“Shut up!” I said. “I do legs twice a week! I’m perfectly proportionate!”
“Sit down, meathead,” Cruix said. “You’re letting her get to you.”
“I will not fight,” I told the elf-woman. “Insult me all you like, but I refuse to draw blood for no good reason.”
She whipped her hand over her head. A wind swirled through the pub, rattling bottles and overturning drinks. The wagon-wheel chandeliers chimed. The lights flickered. Cruix’s hair blew over his face. The woman’s boyfriend extended his fingers and slashed them back. Every spilled drink leaped into his hand, flowing and twisting into a watery whip. With a crack, he cut through my pitcher of beer.
Elrond said. “For once you’ve gone too far!” Elrond said.
The elf-woman sneered. “I go where I please!”
Another elf lifted his foot and brought it down, hard. The ground shook. Dust fell from the rafters. Another elf-woman stepped forward and lit her hands on fire.
“Either you meet us outside, or we pull this place down around your ears,” said the first elf-woman.
“I’ll call the watch!” Elrond said.
I stood up. “That won’t be necessary.”
I stepped onto the street and was instantly drenched. Sandahl was right behind me, and so were the dwarves. I looked behind me.
Cruix opened the door and sauntered into the storm. It was winter and the water was cold, even for me. He seemed unaffected, however.
“It was getting boring in there,” he said.
We faced our opponents. They stood in the rain as well, but they were casting a spell that deflected the rain above them. They were dry, and smug about it.
“Gods, but they’re annoying,” Sandahl said.
“I’m glad we left our weapons inside,” I said. “This is an elven city, after all.”
The fire mage lit up her hands like flares. We were separated by thirty feet of falling water and I still felt the heat.
“Still glad you’re unarmed?” Cruix asked. “She’s mine.” And he dashed forward.
The air mage shot a ball of air at me. It parted the rain and slammed into my chest. I stepped back. She dashed forward. Whap . A solid slap to my face. I admit, I was rocked, it was that fast. I got my guard up and swung. She dodged and got me with a kick that came out of nowhere. I tried to grapple but she hit me with an uppercut and opened her hand. Boom I was lifted off my feet by a blast of air.
Sandahl faced the earth mage.
“Yah!” The earth mage was stomping and punching. “Yah! Yah! Yaaaugh! ”
A paving stone broke off the sidewalk and started hovering. The earth mage stomped, stomped, and punched. Three straight punches and the stone floated slowly toward Sandahl, tapping her in the chest.
“Ouch?”
“Fuck!” the earth mage said. He slammed his fists into the ground. “I still have my strength!”
Sandahl smiled and closed the distance. Instead of meeting him head-on she grabbed his wrist and and threw him to the ground. I would have cheered—but the air mage was on me like a whirlwind. She leaped and kicked. There was a flash.
I woke up on the ground. My legs wouldn’t move. She was still coming, so I pushed off the cobbles and rolled just as she stomped the ground.
The fire mage punched and punched, shooting fireballs at Cruix. Cruix sidestepped, ducked, then took one in the face. His eyebrows weren’t scorched.
“You just attacked a dragon with fire,” he said. “I may be shapeshifted, but that doesn’t change who I am.” He slapped her. “Learn your place!”
The fire mage attacked with fiery fists but Cruix met her with hands like claws. They rolled to the ground, slashing and pummelling.
The air mage threw another air ball. I ducked and threw out a fist. To my surprise, it actually connected. “Ow!” she said.
The
“Yeah! Chicken legs! Like a side of beef on stilts!”
“Shut up!” I said. “I do legs twice a week! I’m perfectly proportionate!”
“Sit down, meathead,” Cruix said. “You’re letting her get to you.”
“I will not fight,” I told the elf-woman. “Insult me all you like, but I refuse to draw blood for no good reason.”
She whipped her hand over her head. A wind swirled through the pub, rattling bottles and overturning drinks. The wagon-wheel chandeliers chimed. The lights flickered. Cruix’s hair blew over his face. The woman’s boyfriend extended his fingers and slashed them back. Every spilled drink leaped into his hand, flowing and twisting into a watery whip. With a crack, he cut through my pitcher of beer.
Elrond said. “For once you’ve gone too far!” Elrond said.
The elf-woman sneered. “I go where I please!”
Another elf lifted his foot and brought it down, hard. The ground shook. Dust fell from the rafters. Another elf-woman stepped forward and lit her hands on fire.
“Either you meet us outside, or we pull this place down around your ears,” said the first elf-woman.
“I’ll call the watch!” Elrond said.
I stood up. “That won’t be necessary.”
I stepped onto the street and was instantly drenched. Sandahl was right behind me, and so were the dwarves. I looked behind me.
Cruix opened the door and sauntered into the storm. It was winter and the water was cold, even for me. He seemed unaffected, however.
“It was getting boring in there,” he said.
We faced our opponents. They stood in the rain as well, but they were casting a spell that deflected the rain above them. They were dry, and smug about it.
“Gods, but they’re annoying,” Sandahl said.
“I’m glad we left our weapons inside,” I said. “This is an elven city, after all.”
The fire mage lit up her hands like flares. We were separated by thirty feet of falling water and I still felt the heat.
“Still glad you’re unarmed?” Cruix asked. “She’s mine.” And he dashed forward.
The air mage shot a ball of air at me. It parted the rain and slammed into my chest. I stepped back. She dashed forward. Whap . A solid slap to my face. I admit, I was rocked, it was that fast. I got my guard up and swung. She dodged and got me with a kick that came out of nowhere. I tried to grapple but she hit me with an uppercut and opened her hand. Boom I was lifted off my feet by a blast of air.
Sandahl faced the earth mage.
“Yah!” The earth mage was stomping and punching. “Yah! Yah! Yaaaugh! ”
A paving stone broke off the sidewalk and started hovering. The earth mage stomped, stomped, and punched. Three straight punches and the stone floated slowly toward Sandahl, tapping her in the chest.
“Ouch?”
“Fuck!” the earth mage said. He slammed his fists into the ground. “I still have my strength!”
Sandahl smiled and closed the distance. Instead of meeting him head-on she grabbed his wrist and and threw him to the ground. I would have cheered—but the air mage was on me like a whirlwind. She leaped and kicked. There was a flash.
I woke up on the ground. My legs wouldn’t move. She was still coming, so I pushed off the cobbles and rolled just as she stomped the ground.
The fire mage punched and punched, shooting fireballs at Cruix. Cruix sidestepped, ducked, then took one in the face. His eyebrows weren’t scorched.
“You just attacked a dragon with fire,” he said. “I may be shapeshifted, but that doesn’t change who I am.” He slapped her. “Learn your place!”
The fire mage attacked with fiery fists but Cruix met her with hands like claws. They rolled to the ground, slashing and pummelling.
The air mage threw another air ball. I ducked and threw out a fist. To my surprise, it actually connected. “Ow!” she said.
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