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you shouldn’t have any problem with his Tuhjso now that he’s lost his benefactor.”
The boy did nothing but
raise his personal barrier, which Eric pierced without difficulty. Swinging his
weapon around, he bashed his opponent in the head with the shaft of his staff.
The boy went down. Eric righted his staff and brought it down on his opponent’s
exposed throat. The boy coughed and muttered about how he wished he’d completed
his training.
“You can’t stay on your
feet; go to sleep! Thunder slumber!”
An electric charge
surrounded the boy’s head and his eyes closed. Eric kicked him in a few places,
like the stomach and groin, to make sure he was asleep. Then he searched his
pockets. He found an opened packet of gum, a wallet with nothing in it but an
Official Liclis Ordercrafter License, and a key ring with twenty identical keys
on it.
The orc chuckled. “You
really are a mercenary.”
By now, the slavers
that Eric wiped out with his mana beam were coming too. The orc stepped between
them and Eric, and in the process, stepped on and crushed the sleeping
ordercrafter’s head.
“But you lack the
killer instinct to succeed at the job. Orc Law Number 0: Resist Order at all
times and thwart him whenever possible.”
None of them dared get
within arm’s reach, so instead, they fired mana bolts, which bounced off his
barrier like spit wads. His personal spirit was simply that powerful. One of
them cast a spell that generated lightning and fired like a bolt out of heaven.
He grabbed it, spun around, and threw it right back. The enemy mage dropped
dead on the spot, his body sizzling.
The orc showed all his
teeth and declared, “I’ll grind your bones to make my bread!”
The rest dropped their
weapons and raced for the sides of the ship, slipping and sliding all the way.
When they reached the railing, they jumped off.
The orc laughed out loud.
“We got droppers!”
A crewmate fired a
hydraulic hand out of Flying Whale's hull and grabbed the falling
slavers. Then it tossed them into the Whale's mouth. “Waste not, want
not, right?” He nudged Eric and the human was knocked off his feet. “Sorry; forgot
you were a soft-skin.”
“Nayr!”
Both human and orc
raised their heads to see a small girl with butterfly wings floating down from
the crow's nest.As she descended, a screen of light flickered from the
tower and five of the deck's turrets. She landed on Nayr's bulky arm and pried
his hands open, revealing second-degree burns.
“You may have hard skin,
but you need to stop chucking lightning!”
“You need to go to the
infirmary,” the orc said, closing his fist. She pushed it back open and spread
a stinky green cream over it. “Stop that. You're needed more there.”
“If I don't treat it
now, it'll get infected, and you'll be no help to anyone,” the fairy countered,
“Stop acting like a tough guy.”
Another stray missile
hit him square in the back, but he didn’t do anything but grunt.
“It’s not an act.”
The fairy groaned. “See
what I have to work with? I'm Tolv Skycrest, guardian of Flying Whale .
Thank you for helping my partner.”
She jumped to the other
arm and Nayr reluctantly opened his fist.
“Eric Watley, novice of
the Dragon's Lair. Pleased to meet you.”
Eric shook hands with
her.
“I'm Nayr Oceanseal,
raider of Flying Whale .”
Eric offered his hand
and Nayr showed him the gunk on his own. Eric awkwardly retracted.
“For future reference,
a guy like you shouldn’t fight ordercrafters. Orc Wisdom #3: A strong orc
recognizes when he is weak.”
“You should take your
own advice,” Tolv muttered, crawling up his arm and pulling herself up by his
ear. “Idiot.”
Nayr retaliated by
shaking his head. She held on by said ear until he stopped, then took her place
on his bald crown. Eric felt a warm spot building in his heart.
They're like a
younger version of Laharg and Malize .
While Eric and the orc
dealt with the ordercrafter on the deck of
The boy did nothing but
raise his personal barrier, which Eric pierced without difficulty. Swinging his
weapon around, he bashed his opponent in the head with the shaft of his staff.
The boy went down. Eric righted his staff and brought it down on his opponent’s
exposed throat. The boy coughed and muttered about how he wished he’d completed
his training.
“You can’t stay on your
feet; go to sleep! Thunder slumber!”
An electric charge
surrounded the boy’s head and his eyes closed. Eric kicked him in a few places,
like the stomach and groin, to make sure he was asleep. Then he searched his
pockets. He found an opened packet of gum, a wallet with nothing in it but an
Official Liclis Ordercrafter License, and a key ring with twenty identical keys
on it.
The orc chuckled. “You
really are a mercenary.”
By now, the slavers
that Eric wiped out with his mana beam were coming too. The orc stepped between
them and Eric, and in the process, stepped on and crushed the sleeping
ordercrafter’s head.
“But you lack the
killer instinct to succeed at the job. Orc Law Number 0: Resist Order at all
times and thwart him whenever possible.”
None of them dared get
within arm’s reach, so instead, they fired mana bolts, which bounced off his
barrier like spit wads. His personal spirit was simply that powerful. One of
them cast a spell that generated lightning and fired like a bolt out of heaven.
He grabbed it, spun around, and threw it right back. The enemy mage dropped
dead on the spot, his body sizzling.
The orc showed all his
teeth and declared, “I’ll grind your bones to make my bread!”
The rest dropped their
weapons and raced for the sides of the ship, slipping and sliding all the way.
When they reached the railing, they jumped off.
The orc laughed out loud.
“We got droppers!”
A crewmate fired a
hydraulic hand out of Flying Whale's hull and grabbed the falling
slavers. Then it tossed them into the Whale's mouth. “Waste not, want
not, right?” He nudged Eric and the human was knocked off his feet. “Sorry; forgot
you were a soft-skin.”
“Nayr!”
Both human and orc
raised their heads to see a small girl with butterfly wings floating down from
the crow's nest.As she descended, a screen of light flickered from the
tower and five of the deck's turrets. She landed on Nayr's bulky arm and pried
his hands open, revealing second-degree burns.
“You may have hard skin,
but you need to stop chucking lightning!”
“You need to go to the
infirmary,” the orc said, closing his fist. She pushed it back open and spread
a stinky green cream over it. “Stop that. You're needed more there.”
“If I don't treat it
now, it'll get infected, and you'll be no help to anyone,” the fairy countered,
“Stop acting like a tough guy.”
Another stray missile
hit him square in the back, but he didn’t do anything but grunt.
“It’s not an act.”
The fairy groaned. “See
what I have to work with? I'm Tolv Skycrest, guardian of Flying Whale .
Thank you for helping my partner.”
She jumped to the other
arm and Nayr reluctantly opened his fist.
“Eric Watley, novice of
the Dragon's Lair. Pleased to meet you.”
Eric shook hands with
her.
“I'm Nayr Oceanseal,
raider of Flying Whale .”
Eric offered his hand
and Nayr showed him the gunk on his own. Eric awkwardly retracted.
“For future reference,
a guy like you shouldn’t fight ordercrafters. Orc Wisdom #3: A strong orc
recognizes when he is weak.”
“You should take your
own advice,” Tolv muttered, crawling up his arm and pulling herself up by his
ear. “Idiot.”
Nayr retaliated by
shaking his head. She held on by said ear until he stopped, then took her place
on his bald crown. Eric felt a warm spot building in his heart.
They're like a
younger version of Laharg and Malize .
While Eric and the orc
dealt with the ordercrafter on the deck of
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