Chapter 68: Things are Heating Up (1/2)
Brenden slid forward to take the vanguard. Tal fell in behind him, and the other three adventurers spread themselves out in a semi-circle between the two.
With a start, Mike realized he recognized the them. They were the three muscle-bound adventurers that had spoken out to him on his first day in Wyrport, the ones that thought he was getting in the wrong line. He had almost forgotten how tall they were, dwarfing even the armored warriors he'd been fighting.
They were fully kitted out for battle, dressed in a sort of opalescent, chitinous full plate that looked to have been fabricated out of the exoskeleton of some giant insect. All three of them were carrying massive double-sided battleaxes. The sight of them reminded Mike of a certain video game about hunting monsters.
The one in the center, Mike thought his name was Ice or Glacier…..or was it something to do with hamburgers? Anyway, the tallest of the group, by a few centimeters anyway, smirked down at Mike in what might have been a reassuring manner in a different man.
”Don't you worry, Mike, we'll take care of these lugs. You just focus on taking care of the little lady.” He said, while stooping over in an awkward manner due to the height difference, to pat him on the shoulder. ”You've done enough so far.”
Mike just nodded his thanks, already focusing his full attention on healing the wounded Oracle. He was going to have to remove the spear carefully to avoid damaging her internal organs any further.
With another quick application of Fire Magic, he severed the odd grappling hook portion, before slowly removing the shaft of the spear. He would need all of his concentration to avoid causing any issues.
At about this time, Brenden howled a war cry, already deep in his berserker rage and hurled himself at the leader of the armored warriors.
The three large adventurers quickly moved to support him. The leader moved to face Keld, while the other two ganged up on Joran, evidently seeking to remove the injured opponent from the battle quickly.
Tal began muttering another chant. Mike couldn't quite hear it, but some instinct of his let him know that it was a form of Earth Magic.
The leader of the armored warriors called a quick series of commands, while blocking the furious rush of Brenden's attacks with apparent ease.
”Keld, deal with that big fool and move to neutralize that elf caster before she has a chance to cause us trouble. I'll help out Joran as soon as I teach this puppy some manners.”
”If you say so, Boss Nash.” Keld replied wearily, before muttering under his breath, ”Man, he never lets me have any fun. It's always Keld kill this, finish them off faster…”
He knocked away the first attack from the large adventurer, seemingly without too much trouble, before launching a sweeping strike at the giant's side.
With a crashing impact the blow forced the man back a step, but he remained upright and seemingly uninjured.
”You'll have to do better than that to get Berg, of the Mountain's Fury, to move.”
[Berg! That was his name. Now I remember.]
Mike had finished removing the spear, and was now concentrating on closing the injury, while repairing any overt trauma to Sera's internal organs. Since, the Healing Magic skill handled most of this automatically, he had some focus to spare on watching the fight.
For the most part the adventurer's seemed to be holding their own. Joran had been forced to fight defensively against the pair assailing him.
He had been relying on his superior speed and strength, but the pair was used to working together, and their teamwork was making up for the difference.
Only Brenden seemed to be having trouble, as his experienced opponent repeatedly took advantage of the young adventurer's unfocused rage.
Trapping Brenden's sword with the haft of his weapon, the warrior named Nash grabbed the beastman's head and slammed an armored knee into his face, sending him reeling.
Nash lifted his war hammer, preparing to deliver a crushing attacking on the adventurer, when a spike of stone shot from the ground, threatening to impale him.
Nash was narrowly able to avoid the full brunt of Tal's spell, but a thin line was carved in his armor. Black fluid trickled from the scar.
”Damn it, Keld! What's taking so long?”
”Working on it Boss! This guy's armor is pretty impressive. I think it might be made from Shield Beetle Chitin.” The warrior replied jauntily, revealing that he was still not taking the battle seriously.
Nash growled in reply. While blocking another headlong rush from the still raging Brenden, he yelled at his subordinate.
”Keld! Use your gods-damned Bestowal already!”
”Alright, alright. Relax. It's not like these guys are actually a challenge.” The arrogant warrior turned towards Berg.
”Well, you heard the boss. I've got to cut this short. When you get to the afterlife be sure to let them know that Keld, Thirteenth Sword of the Chosen, sent you there.”
A sudden pressure was emitted from the warrior as a dark, squirming rune appeared on his armor. Its appearance defied explanation or observation, and those who witnessed it each saw a different image.