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man right after the other. Howling in triumphant rage, Brak held the bloody sticks up.
Out of nowhere, Gondoon Stoneskin, bigger and broader than Brak, stormed over the landscape.
Brak charged with spear heads lowered.
They clashed.
The spears snapped like twigs.
The pair of titans hammered at each other with thunderous blows.
The ogre wrestled Brak down to the ground and started pounding away.
Fogle could feel every jarring blow.
How does Brak hurt an ogre named Stoneskin?
CHAPTER 15
Trinos was down on the floor clutching her gut. The radiant woman’s pain-filled face said it all. Game over.
Do something, Rat. Do something!
Melegal’s fluid limbs were frozen. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. In all of his life he’d never witnessed a display of power such as this.
The entire room ebbed. The building’s frame trembled on Trinos and Scorch’s every syllable. Their speech went through the skin and into the marrow.
With effort, Melegal’s hand fell on his double handled dagger.
“Oh, how I’m going to delight in this,” Scorch said to Trinos. With a mere motion of his hand, he twisted the dazzling blade inside her gut.
She let out a cry. “Aaagghh!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
Finally, Melegal eased his blade out. It was instinct more than anything else.
Desperation. I don’t think this blade will even prick his skin. Don’t be a fool, Melegal. Perhaps you should align yourself with him? Pah, and have more needles stuck in my eye? This bastard has to go.
His grey eyes slid over to Venir.
The warrior stood like a statue, his face an angry grimace. The great blade Brool halted in full swing. Sweat beaded and dripped from Venir’s monstrous limbs. His great figure moved a little. The eyelets on the helmet radiated with a terrifying darkness.
“Mercy? How is this for Mercy?” Scorch’s hand lit up with a tremendous fire and blasted into Trinos. The mystic attack drove her body deep into the floor. Scorch poured it on, second after second. The hole in the floor burst into strange flames and started to smoke. “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” Scorch cried out. “Mercy is for the weak!”
In the chaos, Melegal’s keen ears picked up the garbled cry of Trinos. Something inside him came to life. A well of bravery ushered forth. As he focused on what he needed to do, the cap started to tingle. The seconds slowed. Things clicked into place. The thief couldn’t hear his own thoughts anymore. He envisioned himself invisible. Focused on the sudden idea that came to mind.
Let’s do it, Rat!
Like a silvery cat, he sprung across the broken boards and bore down on Scorch’s exposed back. Dagger poised to strike, he summoned charges from Sefron’s ring. With two hands on the pommel, Melegal took aim and jabbed the blade with all his might. The charged blade sliced through the skin and slid in-between the neck bones.
Scorch jolted and flopped to the floor. The fires in his hands extinguished.
Gaping, Melegal backpedaled.
Scorch wasn’t moving.
It worked! I did it!
Scorch moved.
Melegal’s heart skipped a beat.
The omnipotent being rose to his feet, turned, and faced Melegal. He gave Melegal a look of disdain Melegal would never forget. With the blade tip still sticking out of the front of his chest, Scorch said in a scratchy voice, “I always knew you’d be a pain in the neck.” Reaching behind his back, he jerked the dagger free.
Melegal tried to back away. “What?” He glanced down. His feet were frozen to the boards. Tingling, his head snapped up.
Striking faster than a cobra, Scorch impaled him.
Glitch!
***
Venir’s reddened eyes darted all around. Trinos was being pummeled one blast after the other. Helm started to throb. It moaned inside his mind. Endless energy coursed through his limbs that strained and groaned.
Move! Blast my skin! Move!
With titanic effort and everything heaving inside, his knees began to bend. Brool, warm and eager in his white
Out of nowhere, Gondoon Stoneskin, bigger and broader than Brak, stormed over the landscape.
Brak charged with spear heads lowered.
They clashed.
The spears snapped like twigs.
The pair of titans hammered at each other with thunderous blows.
The ogre wrestled Brak down to the ground and started pounding away.
Fogle could feel every jarring blow.
How does Brak hurt an ogre named Stoneskin?
CHAPTER 15
Trinos was down on the floor clutching her gut. The radiant woman’s pain-filled face said it all. Game over.
Do something, Rat. Do something!
Melegal’s fluid limbs were frozen. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. In all of his life he’d never witnessed a display of power such as this.
The entire room ebbed. The building’s frame trembled on Trinos and Scorch’s every syllable. Their speech went through the skin and into the marrow.
With effort, Melegal’s hand fell on his double handled dagger.
“Oh, how I’m going to delight in this,” Scorch said to Trinos. With a mere motion of his hand, he twisted the dazzling blade inside her gut.
She let out a cry. “Aaagghh!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
Finally, Melegal eased his blade out. It was instinct more than anything else.
Desperation. I don’t think this blade will even prick his skin. Don’t be a fool, Melegal. Perhaps you should align yourself with him? Pah, and have more needles stuck in my eye? This bastard has to go.
His grey eyes slid over to Venir.
The warrior stood like a statue, his face an angry grimace. The great blade Brool halted in full swing. Sweat beaded and dripped from Venir’s monstrous limbs. His great figure moved a little. The eyelets on the helmet radiated with a terrifying darkness.
“Mercy? How is this for Mercy?” Scorch’s hand lit up with a tremendous fire and blasted into Trinos. The mystic attack drove her body deep into the floor. Scorch poured it on, second after second. The hole in the floor burst into strange flames and started to smoke. “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” Scorch cried out. “Mercy is for the weak!”
In the chaos, Melegal’s keen ears picked up the garbled cry of Trinos. Something inside him came to life. A well of bravery ushered forth. As he focused on what he needed to do, the cap started to tingle. The seconds slowed. Things clicked into place. The thief couldn’t hear his own thoughts anymore. He envisioned himself invisible. Focused on the sudden idea that came to mind.
Let’s do it, Rat!
Like a silvery cat, he sprung across the broken boards and bore down on Scorch’s exposed back. Dagger poised to strike, he summoned charges from Sefron’s ring. With two hands on the pommel, Melegal took aim and jabbed the blade with all his might. The charged blade sliced through the skin and slid in-between the neck bones.
Scorch jolted and flopped to the floor. The fires in his hands extinguished.
Gaping, Melegal backpedaled.
Scorch wasn’t moving.
It worked! I did it!
Scorch moved.
Melegal’s heart skipped a beat.
The omnipotent being rose to his feet, turned, and faced Melegal. He gave Melegal a look of disdain Melegal would never forget. With the blade tip still sticking out of the front of his chest, Scorch said in a scratchy voice, “I always knew you’d be a pain in the neck.” Reaching behind his back, he jerked the dagger free.
Melegal tried to back away. “What?” He glanced down. His feet were frozen to the boards. Tingling, his head snapped up.
Striking faster than a cobra, Scorch impaled him.
Glitch!
***
Venir’s reddened eyes darted all around. Trinos was being pummeled one blast after the other. Helm started to throb. It moaned inside his mind. Endless energy coursed through his limbs that strained and groaned.
Move! Blast my skin! Move!
With titanic effort and everything heaving inside, his knees began to bend. Brool, warm and eager in his white
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