47 chapter 47 - The hunters are cornered (1/2)
”Captain, we have one of the eighteen evil souls and our scouts report that those creatures are setting up further ambushes behind us. Surely now is the time to retreat,” Phillip said, his cold eyes soaking in the angry heat of the wall of flame.
”How can you suggest returning when we are so close, Phillip? Our prey could be right beyond those bushes for all we know. Gods, with only a day's more searching they could be in chains!”
”Or two days, or a week's or a month! All the while our forces are whittled down, and no one makes it back to warn the townspeople. You saw their clear demonic influence, you know that the congregation of innocents in Tariak will prove irresistible to the scions of darkness and their occult rituals.”
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”Their rituals? Phillip, they are goats! Don't worry so much, we can handle them no matter how many beasts they send to test our faith. Rest assured, the Three will show us the way to ultimate victory.”
”Jack, I'm a priest. And I can tell you the Three don't care us much as that. Their jurisdiction is the afterlife, it is up to us to see their will inacted in this plane of existence. Now turn around captain, steer your men to safety and save the townspeople at the same time.”
Turning to him, Jack found his most trusted advisor standing before several more crusaders. They were all moving uneasily, eyeing their flanks constantly with rigid hands constantly ready to snap to their blades.
Further behind their forces were stretched too thin, with many of the militia men new to the stresses of battle showing the signs of mental decay. Some chatter nonsense, others sharpened already razer shape spear tips while more jerked their heads endlessly towards the ambient noises of the forest.
While Jack could continue the hunt, it was clear to him now his forces could not.
”Warriors of the Thunberad Crusade!” Jack announced, a chorus of heads twisting to make out his unshaven face.
”We have suffered many hardships, but we have now successfully defeated one of the 18 evil souls!” In truth they had found it dead ready, the strange cobalt armoured creature left behind to taunt them. Meanwhile Trog had vanished entirely, how does one just make a mountain Troll vanish like that?
Peering at his little silver knife, Jack wondered how much damage such a creature could do before he put it down. The knife began to shake. Jack forced his hand to be still.