73 The Battle Ends (1/2)

A sigh of relief left Chraat's twitching lips. The level of threat Jack showed was unprecedented and it truly scared the troll captain.

Not only was Jack a physical threat and his body could be a weapon itself, but his planning was impeccable. He was able to aid Byron in recovering while stealthily stalling for time against a foe that was far stronger than himself.

Chraat couldn't help but shake his head at his terrible luck to meet such a foe without prior knowledge.

”Are you done saying your last prayers?”

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The voice of his executioner brought Chraat back to reality. He was still laying on the floor, chest up and almost unrecognizable due to the bodily damage Jack's unimaginably hot flames caused.

”At least tell me this, who and what is he?” pled Chraat.

The troll admitted defeat, certain that there was no hope for his victory. Thanks to his tussle with Jack, he was too weak and physically handicapped to act further. Even his one good limb was no longer usable. He had grabbed Jack's neck tightly not once but twice, causing his left hand to receive the worst burns of all.

”I'll be honest,” said Byron as he lifted his saber. ”I have no clue myself.”

With a flash of green light, the blade easily cut through Chraat's chewed-up neck, silencing him forever.

Byron fell to the ground, sitting upon the dungeon floor. The cold stone felt surreal in contrast to the warmth that lingered in his body, mainly from the heat the Jack put off.

Slivia ran out towards Jack who was sprawled across the stone floor, naked and unconscious.

”He's probably fine. I'd guess it's MP exhaustion from that insane stunt he pulled,” said Byron.

”You're probably right,” responded Slivia with a shy, blushed expression. She didn't dare look at Byron, too embarrassed to see him without any cover.

Byron laughed, ”Your one lucky girl, to have a man like that.”

Slivia's face instantly turned bright red. ”He's-he's not my man. He's a friend, from my new party.”

”Oh? That's it?” asked Byron. ”Don't tell me you have no feelings for him, not after what he just went through.”

She was silent, only become a deeper shade of red as more blood rushed to her cheeks.

”Well, am I wrong?”

”N-no…” Slivia quietly muttered as she examined Jack's body carefully.

Looking at him, she was baffled. There were no visible signs of bruises or damages on his skin. As a cleric, she prided herself in diagnosing her companion's injuries, but she could find any issues.

To double-check, she began casting a basic healing spell regardless. When she did, her eye went wide in shock.

”What? What is it?” Byron noticed her shocked expression and got the feeling that something was off.

”This… I've never felt something like this before,” explained Slivia. ”Looking at him, I would give him a clean bill of health. But while using magic, I can get a small feel for how they are feeling internally.”

”Really?”

”Mhm, I can feel the magic channel across their bodies and begin the healing process. From what I can feel I know he's hurt internally, but his body is only channeling a portion of the magic. That's the first time I've ever heard of something like this,” stated Slivia, who was still staring at Jack's uncovered body.

”That's…” Byron didn't know what to say. Like Slivia, he had never heard of such a rare occurrence. He assumed it might have something to do with Jack's ability to transform but he had no way to verify that.

*****

Out on the battlefield, the samurai were still fighting for their lives.

Brunar and Troni were near complete exhaustion. They had held off well, but the reinforcements were drugged and were able to fight with their full strength. This pushed them further than they were able, leaving them only able to defend and prolong the inevitable.

Both of them had many serious cuts and injuries, tempting them to try another potion. However, they both knew that they most likely wouldn't be able to maintain consciousness after the pain from another potion.

Maynard still on the defense against the captain and the fat troll. Occasionally he'd get a strike in and deal some damage, but not enough to turn the tide of the battle or make up for the injuries he was accumulating.

Numerous times he had tried to contact Rydel or Jack, wanting an update on the situation and back up.

Sadly, no response ever came from either of the two. Maynard instead felt like the connection they had had for the past few days was severed.

There was this sinking feeling that he was alone with his disciples, waiting for the slaughter. When he thought about that, Maynard couldn't help but sigh in disbelief that this could be their end.

”Keep it up! Stall for as long as ya can!” Maynard tried to encourage his disciples. ”Hold out for a while longer, things will turn around soon enough.”